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Sweet Serial Killer *ੈ✩‧ Young! Gf! Nick Goode x reader (1)
“𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻
𝓓𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱,
𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱! “
Summary: Murders are happening around Camp Nightwing, and you’ll do anything for your best friend Nick.
Warning: mentions of murder & violence, dubious consent, yandere! Nick, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, mentions of pedophilia (NOT by nick), pictures without consent, toxic relationship asf, god complex, male masturbation, oral (m & f recieving), p n v, breeding kink, dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, missionary, riding, the reader is very dependable on Nick, loss of virginity, creampie, marking, squirting, dom! Nick, sub! Reader
Nick isn’t an inherently violent person.
But when he meets you in the summer of ‘76, all of that is thrown out the window.
You’re a camper. And no, you aren’t a child; you’re eighteen years old. Nick is twenty, beginning as his first year as a counselor. At Camp Nightwing, it’s taboo for a counselor and camper to become romantically involved. But Jesus, Nick just can’t help but be so in love when he looks at you. Your cabin is right next to his, and he sees your sweet ass everyday, watches you strut around with him on his off days and have fun. You’ve both grown incredibly close. And if anyone messes with you, they have to deal with him.
And waves of intense rage aren’t new to him. But right now, he has still never been so incredibly angry.
He watches as a camper, some guy named Alex and around your age, torments you; pulls your hair, calls you names, makes fun of your makeup. And it makes his blood boil. You’re so precious, so much of an angel. No one needs to treat you this way. He approaches, quickly breaking it up. On the outside, his demeanor is calm, is safe.
To you, Nick will always be safe.
Alex scurries away quickly when Nick starts murmuring threats through clenched teeth. Tears are running down your face, and Nick brings his arm around your shoulder and guides you to his empty cabin. You bury his face in his neck when you’re both finally alone on his bed. He pulls you away and begins to stroke your tearful face soothingly.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “I know. It’s okay, honey. That fuckin’ asshole..” he looks at you with slight concern for a moment. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
You sniffle, and shake your head. “He p-pulled my hair, a little bit. But I’m fine.”
If Nick had any previous guilt about his plans for tonight, they’re all gone now.
“Okay..” he smiles, a small laugh leaving his lips as he runs his hands over the outer corners of your eyes.
“You ruined your makeup.”
You frown, worried. “Do I look bad?”
“What? No, not at all.” How could you ever think you look bad? “You look.. you look really pretty, y/n.”
“Oh.” your face flushes, and you smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He replies. And then,after that, you lay down on his bed and he reads you your favorite book while you curl up on his left side. It’s one of the things he does to help you feel better, to make you feel even more protected and safe with him.
And then later that night, the first murder at Camp Nightwing takes place.
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The next day the talk is all around camp. Alex, the boy that had harassed you the day before, is dead.
You’re in shock. No one has ever died at the camp before; it’s full of teenagers and kids doing arts and crafts, after all. In a situation like this, they should close down the camp. But the death itself was confirmed to be an accident; he had somehow slipped off of a cliff beside the lake that campers weren’t allowed to approach, and had hit his head on the rocky floor below. A counselor had found him that day, and there were rumors that it was incredibly brutal; his head was completely smashed to pieces.
Some people, however, believe it wasn’t an accident. There were rumors that a few campers saw someone in a black robe and a weird mask that resembled that of a ghost. But those were just rumors, for now.
You shove the thought that Alex deserved what he got down into your gut, and decide to feel bad for him.
“I just don’t get it,” you explain to Nick the next day, in the empty art room. “Why would you even go over there? It’s like, the most dangerous spot.”
Nick shrugs as you refer to Alex, as he knots a new bracelet for the third time that day.
“Dunno,” he replies. “Like I said, he was an idiot.”
His tone and the use of the word ‘was’ makes bile rise in your throat, but you change the topic to the task at hand.
If anyone knows you, you’re just a little… dumb. So, Nick helps you with your crafts in your art activities everyday, always teaches you new things because you’re interested and don’t know how. It’s not just in this field, where you depend on him; he helps you with practically everything, even feeds you from time to time. He knows how to take care of you, how to keep you satisfied and happy.
He watches as you struggle to tie a knot in the bracelet that you’re creating, watches as you slam it down onto the table and make a sound of frustration. He chuckles, amused.
“Having fun?”
“Fuck off, Nick.” You snap . You immediately begin to apologize, not meaning to have sounded so rude.
“Im so sorry!”
“Don’t apologize, y/n. It’s okay, I promise.”
He hates when you feel as if you’ve said something wrong around him. You could never anger him.
“It’s just…” you rub your eyes, careful not to destroy your glittery makeup. “I can’t.. I can’t make the bracelet. It’s not working.”
“That’s okay,” Nick assures. “I can teach you. It’s okay, here-“
His fingers move to grab the strings from you, maneuvering the plastic stand it’s attached to so he can gain better access. He looks down at the instructions.
“Yeah, this knot is complicated,” it’s not, but you don’t need to know that. “All you’re doing wrong is not looping it around. If you just..”
He smiles as he grabs your cherry red nails into his larger set of hands. He brings them down and shows you the proper way to tie the bracelet, and you squeal in victory when you’re finally done. It’s a little jagged along a section, but it isn’t too bad.
“See! I knew you could do it. You’re such a quick learner.” Nick praises. You flush.
“Thank you.”
He watches as you tie the ends. And then, you’re nervously looking towards him.
“I want you to have it.. i-if that’s okay!”
Nick beams, happily snatching the bracelet from your hands and slipping it onto his wrist.
“Thank you, angel. I love it.”
He picks up one of the bracelets he made and insists that you wear it too. He ties the ends for you, and slips it around your wrist. You smile. And then, with ease, he brings his lips down to your wrist and places a kiss to it. The nervous lip bite you give him makes his cock harden in his pants, but he chooses to ignore it for now. You smell so sweet, the perfume on your wrists making his eyes practically roll back. It’s so you, and he can’t get enough of it.
“Do you want to go back to my cabin?”
The words make you stutter, knowing that the cabin is empty and that everyone is away at another camping activity at the lake. But alas, you utter a quick ‘yes’. When you get inside he guides you to sit down at the head of his bed so he can read to you again. But once he gets through a couple paragraphs of The Great Gatsby, you’re already leaning onto his shoulder sleepily.
“Tired?” He asks.
“Mhm.”
“C’mere.”
He grabs one of your arms and slings it over his chest. You sigh happily, shoving your face into his shirt as he moves down to lay flat on the bed.
“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.”
“Okay, Nicky. Thank you.”
Oh, how precious.
Your soft snores fill the room as you sleep. Time ticks by, but Nick can’t seem to keep still as much as he wants to. So, gently, he removes himself from underneath you and pulls his blanket over your shoulders as you turn over in your sleep. He watches as your tits seem to practically spill out of your tank top. His breath catches in his throat. It’s not that noticeable because it’s on your lower side, but your nipple has seemed to slip out of the fabric.
The thing he does next is probably incredibly wrong. But who can blame him, with you looking like that?
His hands go down to palm the bulge in his pants. He breathes heavily, lip getting caught in his teeth as he watches your slow moving breath and beautiful face. He brings his hands into his pants and begins to stroke himself with vigor.
He knows it’s incredibly risky. You’re his best friend, and if he gets caught doing this you might not be anymore. But precum spills over his fist and he thrusts into his own palm mercilessly. He starts to imagine scenarios with you in them: taking your tits into his mouth, sucking on those pert little nipples that he loves to see peeking through your shirt. Fucking that tight little pussy he knows you have, while you’re on all fours and your ass is bouncing back against his abs. And then, lastly, watching your little cunt get stretched beyond its boundaries as he impales you, your virgin blood coating his cock and leaving your creamy spend on him. This makes him keen, and then he’s stuffing his fist into his mouth as he cums all over the inside of his briefs. You begin to stir, not quite waking up, but it makes Nick’s mouth water even more at the thought of you catching him. You don’t wake up, however. You’re always such a deep sleeper.
Nick sighs, moving into the bathroom to wash off his hands and then change into a new pair of underwear.
And then, when he’s next to his dress, he catches sight of his camera.
It’s a Polaroid camera, a dark brown that he keeps with him whenever he wants to take picture of the camp’s scenery.
But maybe it can be used for other sights.
He remembers to turn the flash off, and then he snaps a picture of your sleeping form. And then, another. And another. And another. All at different angles, some far away, some so close that it’s a surprise that you don’t hear the click of the device and wake up. When he’s done he gathers up all of the pictures that have been printed and shoves them into his drawer full of shirts, next to another set of pictures. Ones that consist of a boy in water, with his head missing.
He checks on the clock on the wall. It’s dinner time, now.
He goes over and lightly shakes you. It takes a few minutes of this before your eyes finally crack open.
“C’mon, sweets, you gotta wake up,” he murmurs. “It’s time for dinner.”
You blink, wiping the sleep away from your eyes and smearing your makeup in the process again. But when you get up and look in the mirror, you choose not to acknowledge it.
You don’t even notice the anxious look Nick gives you when you ask for some of his clothes and reach into his t-shirt drawer. He’s so thankful that he hid the photos in the very back, because you don’t find them.
He makes a mental note to move them to a place where no one would think to look.
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The next day Tommy Slater teaches you archery.
You’ve see the boy around, not really ever talking, but he’s sweet, with nice hair and a pretty smile. He holds your arms in the right position as he helps you pull back the strings of the bow. When you pull it back, it’s the first time ever that you hit the target. You pull him into a hug, and his hands go down to your waist as he asks if he can buy you a cherry coke from the vending machines.
Nick watches the whole thing with displeasure when you say yes.
No one really notices, but Nick just always seems to be around you, even though there’s a whole other side of camp to be taught. It’s a surprise, really, that the boy can keep his job. If it wasn’t for the extra class he teaches everyday and his father being the sheriff, he’d probably be fired.
Nick really hasn’t had that much of a problem with Tommy before. He’s a nice guy, and they get along well whenever they work together. Hell, Tommy was even his bunkmate for a while before he decided to switch and room with his brother, Will.
But he’s talking to you. And he’s being a little too nice, too touchy to see you as a regular camper or friend.
And Nick can’t have that, can he?
So a week later, after you had started to grow close with the boy, Tommy Slater is found with a noose around his neck. A suicide, of course. It’s incredibly unfortunate for you; you cry about it, not leaving your cabin all day over the death of your new friend when you find out the news.
Of course, Nick is there to comfort you. He doesn’t leave your side, and stays with you for the entirety of the day while you sleep on top of his shirtless, warm body.
He’s such a good friend.
You sigh as you roll yourself out of your bed. You’re exhausted, mentally. Nick had begged you to come to dinner with him, but to no avail after many minutes of struggling. You figure right about now that the best thing to do is your makeup. Something that sounds incredibly stupid, but it helps you relieve a lot of stress. You bring yourself back over to your bed with your makeup bag and begin to apply a full face.
You jump, almost smearing your eyeliner, when Nick opens the door. Although you shouldn’t get excited at a time like this, you smile when you see an ice cream cone in one of his hands.
“Finally getting up?” He teases. You nod.
“I guess so. No use getting hung up, right? We..” you’re trying to seem positive, but the image of Tommy’s body hanging from the ceiling brings bile to your throat. You swallow it down as you apply a layer of blush and grab the ice cream cone from Nick. “Me and Tommy weren’t even that close.”
Nick shrugs, sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch you apply your mascara.
“He’s in a better place now, y/n.” The boy assures.
You nod in agreement, but you’re still a bit upset. You shake the thoughts out of your head and lick at the ice cream cone. Nick watches some it drip down your chin, and he imagines what it would be like to stuff your mouth full.
“So,” He starts. His eyes never leave your mouth. “Are you going on the camping trip tonight?”
Every Saturday, campers go deeper into the woods and camp out. You know Nick enjoys it, but the thought of sleeping in a tent with no air conditioner tonight does not sound like fun.
“Probably not.” You reply.
“That’s okay.” Nick assures. He can tell by the look on your face that you feel bad for ditching him. “On second thought, how about I stay here with you tonight? I know you don’t like to be in the dark alone.”
You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of the dark, I’m scared of what’s in the dark! But also, won’t you get in trouble?”
“Whatever you say, sweetness.” Nick replies. “But I’m staying. I’ll just say I’m sick. ”
“That’s…good. I want you here.” And it’s true, as you utter the words. Nick smiles, and watches as you get up to throw away the ice cream cone (one of your weird quirks that Nick has picked up is that you only like the ice cream itself, and not the cone). When you bend down to drop it into the trash can, your shorts ride up and the soft globes of your ass are exposed. Nick exhales sharply.
You hear him, and turn around to look at him in concern. “Are you okay?”
Nick coughs, eyes averting from you as his cheeks glaze over into a dusty pink. “Yeah! It’s just a little stuffy in here, that’s all.”
“Oh.” You frown. “Do you want to go to your cabin instead? You have a better air conditioner, anyway.” And then your eyes light up. “And you have a radio! We can listen to music tonight!”
Nick chuckles at your excitement. He knows you enjoy music. “Yeah, honey.”
“Yay!”
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It’s not long before almost everyone in camp is away, and you and Nick are alone. Although the trip is optional, very few people decide to stay behind. Will had left, his eyes lingering on you a bit too long as he tells Nick to ‘have fun’. Nick’s eyes had narrowed at his tone, and he had put a possessive grip on you as he guided you to his radio so he could teach you how to use it.
And that night, Nick introduces you to weed.
It’s not something you’re opposed to, you’ve just never got around to it. And when Nick pulls out a small bag of the skunk smelling drug, you’re happy to get high with him.
You giggle as Nick runs his fingers over your legs in a teasing manner. He knows your ticklish behind your knees, and of course he isn’t going to ignore the chance of getting to touch you. His radio plays ‘Fear The Reaper’ in a blaring tone, and the both of your eyes are red rimmed and watery. You move away from his hands and off to bed to explore the things in his room, dazed.
And then you catch sight of his camera.
You pick it up, and feel the plastic device with your fingertips.
“I’ve never seen you with this,” you say. “Is it new?”
Nick lifts his body up off of the bed to look at you.
“No, I’ve had it for a while.” He replies.
“Oh.” and then, your hands begin to flimsily play with the buttons.
Nick grins. “Do you want me to take pictures of you?”
The question catches you off guard, but the look on his face, begging, can’t make you say no.
“If you want.”
“That’s great,” Nick pauses, hesitant. “Can you get on the bed for me?”
“Yes sir.”
You don’t mean to say it, really, but you just want to follow his directions. You think he’s going to be freaked out, but all he does is give you a sweet smile.
“Good girl.”
Your face flushes, and your twiddle your fingers as you begin to climb onto the bed. You move your hair so it rests behind your shoulders, and smile. Nick snaps it, the perfect view of you on your knees for him. You move to another position, sideways, and tilt your head back.
So cute, Nick thinks. And all mine.
By the third or fourth, you’re comfortable enough to not be shy.
“Is this good?” You ask. You’re leaning forward now, on your knees once again. Nick can see your cleavage at this angle, and he thinks you’re the most sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
“Perfect.” And then, another pause before he speaks. “You’re so beautiful.”
You blanch, as if that’s the first time he’s ever said it. You look up at him with a look he can’t quite place.
“Do you really think so?”
“I think you’re perfect.”
Dazed and Confused by Led Zepplin is playing on the radio now. The tension in the room grows intensely, in this moment, as Nick utters the words. It’s as if it’s never been experienced before. It has, many times, but usually there was someone or something to interrupt that tension.
So now, all that Nick can think to do is throw the camera onto the bed, move over to you, lean down, and press his lips to yours.
It’s probably a dumb idea, but if it goes the opposite of the way Nick wants then he can just blame it on the mary jane in his system.
But you kiss back. The boy suspects you’ve never been kissed before, because your lips move awkwardly against his. It’s endearing to him, and he moves to press himself closer to you. You moan against him when he begins to climb on top of you. He pulls away, his thighs caging your hips down. He grabs your hands and moves them above your head.
“You’ve never done this before , have you?”
You look away shyly, shaking your head as you do so to signal the word ‘no’. He grabs your face with his strong hands and guides you too gaze at him again.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n. Yes.. or no?”
Your lip gets caught in between your teeth as he looks down at you hungrily.
“No.” You utter softly.
He tuts, bring his hand down to your hip and rubbing the soft skin there.
“So no one’s ever touched you here? Hm?”
You shake your head.
“Poor baby.” His hand moves down further. He’s ghosting his fingers over the crotch of your shorts. You squirm, a small squeak leaving your mouth when he presses on your clit through the fabric. “What about here, baby? Anyone ever played with this little clit before?”
“N-Nick, c’mon-“
“Who? Are you lying to me? Has someone touched you here?” His tone is demanding, now, angry. You look up at him with wide eyes. He’s always been so gentle with you, and his attitude now shock you.
“No..” and then, softly, “no sir. I promise.”
He calms, a small smirk beginning to play on his lips. He rubs, gentle and slow, on your clit. You mewl, hands going up to his hair for leverage as he teases you.
“Such good manners. Being such a good girl.”
His fingers leave you. You whine in protest, beginning to grab his hand and put it back where it was, but he pushes your grip away. He chuckles.
“No, no. You’re going to do something for me first.”
Your face goes red, when he grabs your hand and presses it against his girth.
“You feel that, baby?” He’s taunting, watching as your mouth opens on instinct and your soft wet tongue lolls out. “Feel what you did?”
“Yes. Yes, daddy, I-“
The word that leaves your mouth isn’t intentional, but when it does it has Nick groaning, thrusting his hips up into your hand.
“God, that’s it. You want me to be your daddy, baby? Wanna be my little girl?”
You nod, eagerly, and you begin to move to unbuckle his jeans. He makes a noise of disapproval, though.
“No. Stay right here.”
And then he’s moving off the bed and to the foot of it, beginning to unbuckle his belt. He beckons you over, but stops you when you begin to get off the bed.
“No,” His hand goes down into his pants, and he breathes shakily.
“Crawl.”
Your pussy is practically drenched at this point. A small moan sounds in the back of your throat, and you get on your hands and knees. The look Nick gives you as you move towards him is so dark that you aren’t sure it’s even him anymore. But fuck, he looks so handsome, so beautiful. You can’t help but do what he says.
You’ll do anything for him.
He grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you up on your knees at the edge of the bed. His shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of his tanned and toned skin.
“What do you want me to do now, daddy?” The words you’re saying sound so unlike yourself, but it’s like something different has taken over you. All you can think or feel is NickNickNickNickNick. Over and over, your pussy throbbing and spilling wet juices all over the inside of your panties.
“Take your shirt off, sweetheart.”
The demand is one you follow instantly, and when you slip the shirt over your head your nipples are puffy and swollen. He grins, moving down to flick one of your nipples.
“These are so pretty. We should get them pierced, don’t you think?”
The thought of needles going through your tits make you wince. Nick laughs.
“I was just joking, angel.”
“We have to have those nice and ready for our baby, don’t we?”
Your eyes widen, and he laughs again, as if pregnancy is some kind of game.
“Joking, again. God, you’re so gullible, you know that?”
You really don’t think you’d mind carrying his baby, but you don’t mention that right now. Instead, you bring your hands to the bulge in his pants. He groans in surprise, and looks down at you.
“You little minx. Get to work, then. Since you want to be so impatient.”
You hesitate, not really knowing what to do.
“Can you teach me, sir?”
He presses your mouth to his clothed cock, and you gasp at the sudden movement. You drool all over the fabric of his jeans, the confines of the zipper making his incredibly large cock press against the denim.
“Gotta taste it first, don’t you?” He teases. He yanks you away from his dick and pulls your head back so you’ll look up at him.
“Give me a kiss.”
You do, reaching up desperately to kiss him on his soft, sweet lips. He strokes your face, gentle unlike the past few minutes.
“Do you feel safe with me?”
You nod, and he nods his head in understanding at the confirmation.
He begins to unzip his fly. And then, you watch as he pulls out his thick length. You gawk at how pretty and large he is, his tip shining with precum and his balls drawn up tight.
“Do you trust me?”
His voice is rougher now. He strokes his cock, and you ache for it to feel the deep canal of your throat.
“Yes, daddy. You’re the only person in the world I’ll ever trust.”
“Good. You only need me.”
And then he’s rubbing the tip over your lips, and you’re eagerly suckling the soft skin and licking the precum off. He tastes so good, so salty and bitter but so perfectly divine. He growls low in his throat, holding back as much as he can so he doesn’t destroy your perfect little mouth.
“Yeah, just like that. Didn’t even have to tell you where to put that slutty mouth. You think about this a lot, don’t you?”
You nod, as much as you can with your mouth full.
“Run your tongue along the vein.” He directs, watching as you pull off and ask him what to do next. “You see, right there?”
You follow his directions perfectly, following the trail and then moving to kitten lick underneath his head. His eyes roll back, and he shallowly thrusts into your throat. You become desperate, then, and before he realizes what’s happening your downing his whole aching prick in one singular stroke.
“Oh, fuck, you bitch!” He’s loud, and his resolve breaks. He grabs your head with both of his hands and begins to fuck your throat with vigor. You choke, your eyes watering, but you don’t want him to let up. Looking up at him through watery lashes, you see that his had is tilted back and his mouth is open in shock and pleasure.
“I can feel the back of your goddamn throat, Jesus fuck..”
He slows, just a bit, when he sees you struggling to breathe.
“Remember to breathe through your nose, sweetness.”
His advice helps you, and soon you’re relaxed as he uses your throat. Your hands grip his thighs, and on a particularly deep thrust your nose hits the curly black hair at his base. It’s amazing, how much you can take.
Not that Nick has been with many girls, but he’s been with a few. And all of them could hardly take his cock inside their cunt, much less their throat. Nick giggles at the irony, then, sadistically. Of course you can take it. You’re made for him. And he’s your god, a life force that you’re devoted to, that you can’t ever escape.
“Yeah, you’re a pro at this,” Nick says roughly. “ My good little cocksucker.”
That sets you off, and your fingers begin to go down and rub your clit. It doesn’t take long before Nick is pulling you off and pushing you back down on the bed. He grabs you by your thighs and begins to unbuttons your shorts aggressively. When he gets down to your underwear he’s pulling them off with a quickness and shoving them into his back pocket.
You really should be shy right now, but you aren’t. It’s just that way with Nick. You can do anything, show him anything, and you’ll still feel like the most free person to ever exist. He spreads your legs wide, and he doesn’t hesitate to go down and get a taste of you.
He licks a stripe up the expanse of your drenched pussy, makes sure to add a little bit of tongue when he gets to your clit. He thumbs the swollen button, plays with it like it’s a toy. Your back arches, his touch setting flames off on your skin and inside of you.
“Nicky, please..”
Your voice is raw from getting so harshly throat fucked, your eyes droopy and already fucked out from all the foreplay. He says nothing, instead choosing to gather up some of the precum from his cock and use two now lubed fingers to shove inside of you. Your hips soar off the mattress, the sudden stretch burning intensely, but not as much as you would’ve originally thought. You’re so wet that you’re really up for anything, at this point. You flush with embarrassment when you hear your wetness gushing around Nick’s fingers. But he looks pleased, intensely so, and bends down to press a little kiss to your clit.
“Aww, look at that,” he coos. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? Did daddy make you this wet?”
“Yesyesyesyes-“ you practically scream when he rubs your inner walls a certain way, and it makes your legs shake and makes tears stream down your cheeks. “please keep doing that, daddy. Oh my God!
You can feel your orgasm approaching, and it’s embarrassing that you’re cumming this soon. But you’re a virgin, after all. You can’t help it. And so, with a sharp intake of breath and a moan, you cum all over Nick’s fingers. He watches as your juices coat his entire hand and shirt as your legs start to convulse in pleasure. He smiles, satisfied. You just squirted all over him.
“There you go.. just like that. Good girl. Give me all of that, baby.”
When you come down it’s like you’re wiped of energy. Nick notices. His hand goes up to stroke your face.
“You have to give me one more, okay? Just one.”
You shake your head, eyes going closed, but he slaps your cheek lightly to keep you awake.
“Still need fuck you, honey. I want you to be awake when I do it. Want you to remember.”
You bite your lip, hesitant, but then you nod. He smiles, and your heart flutters as you look down at him in between your legs.
“That’s my girl.”
He adjusts your thighs, pulling your spent body towards him. His cock nudges against your entrance. It’s different from what you’ve just experienced, much more intimate and warm. So he guides himself into you, gently. It hurts, and you let out a noise of displeasure. You start to cry again, but out of pain.
“Daddy- c-can’t, ‘s too much..”
“I know you can take it, sweet girl. Don’t you want to make daddy proud?”
You hiccup, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, and you whisper a small, “yes sir.”
He pushes into you for what seems like forever, and when you finally feel his pelvis pressing against your clit you jump from the stimulation. It causes you to clench down on him, and you cry out at the feeling of him losing control and thrusting into your open canal. He groans, lifting himself up with his hands to keep himself still.
“Don’t do that baby, ‘s gonna hurt you. Fuck, you’re so tiny. My cock is splitting you in two.”
Yeah, you wanted to say, like I warned you it would.
But you don’t say that, and soon his cock just feels like a lot of pressure. So when you tell Nick to move, he tries his hardest to be slow. He’s shaking, the fact of being in control of himself a new phenomenon. But when he drags himself out, slow, and then pushes himself back in, you begin to feel different. He hits that special spot again, just right, and your hips move back on him at their own accord.
“Daddy.. please. Fuck me! want it hard…”
The words spill out of your mouth quickly, your brain going haywire. Nick’s hands become bruising in their grip, and he shoves your hands over your head again and begins to pound you vigorously. Your wetness leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and you look absolutely gorgeous, letting him use you.
“Fuckin’ beautiful little girl.. love having this pussy fucked, don’t you? Making daddy so proud..”
You moan loudly, his praises making more wetness drip out of you.
“Love you, daddy, love you so much!”
Nick’s hips stutter at that, and although it should be a very large milestone to cross, it feels perfectly natural, perfectly true to say, and it makes his head spin. His perfect little girl, worshipping him and his cock. You’re a dream come true.
“Holy fuck.. I love you too, sweetheart.” Your heart aches, so deeply. He loves you. Nick, the boy you’ve been completely devoted to and have worshipped the entire summer, loves you.
You can feel his thrusts speeding up, his hands bruising on your skin. ‘M gonna cum, shit-“
He twitches, flooding your sticky walls with his cum. Your hips shake, your pussy milking him dry.
“Love your cum, sir, feels s’good.” You slur. The fact that you’ve gotten riled up and haven’t came again is in the very back of your mind. Nick’s cock, his body, his devoted time and attention to you, is enough to satiate your needs. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to watch his cum drip out of your needy hole, and then rubs your clit in gentle strokes.
“just give me one more, baby. Cum for daddy one more time.”
And who are you to resist? Shaking, your brain turns to mush. Your tummy tightens and then you’re spilling again, watching as Nick looks down at you with adoration.
When you slow, his hands move up to swipe some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. You smile bashfully, watching as he lays down beside you and beckons you over to him once more. It’s peaceful, resting now in the darkness of his room. The radio is still playing, soft just as before. And when you sleep, you dream of sweet nothings.
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And then two days later, you’re being harassed by the camp’s janitor.
His name is Lloyd, and he’s older, much more so. He’s noticed you around, he says. He wants to get to know you more.
You’re uncomfortable by his offer. He’s a grown man, for christ’s sakes! And not an attractive one, at that, so why would you even attempt such a thing with him?
Of course, Nick isn’t too far behind when Lloyd starts spewing harsh words when you reject him. He pulls you behind him protectively, and begins suggesting that he call his father and tell on him. Lloyd instantly backs off, but his narrowed eyes never leave yours as he walks away.
Later that night, there’s a camp bonfire. You smile as you conversate with Nick while a bag of marshmallows between the two of you. You shove one into your mouth as you discuss Carry by Stephen King, and he agrees that it’s one of the best. Your head rests on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you. Although campers and counselors technically can’t be together, no one around really cares at the moment; they’re all too busy with their own friends to notice. You grab Nick’s hand and suggest that he take you to get more snacks from the cafeteria. He trails behind you, watching your ass bounce in the tiny skirt you’re wearing. It isn’t long before you’re buying a coke and Nick is using every excuse in the book to guide you behind the deserted building and up against the wall.
His lips press gently into your neck in a sloppy, wet kiss. Your coke is forgotten, the soft drink’s bottle sitting on the concrete beside the both of you. You fall into Nick more when he bites down softly on the spot below your ear; he’s only fucked you once, but he knows your body like the back of his hand.
You sigh, your hand grabbing his and discreetly guiding it to that warm spot in between your legs. He huffs out a laugh, watches your face contort into carnal pleasure when he rubs your clit softly.
“Needy, baby?”
“Want you..” you whine, hands gripping his shirt. “Fuck me here. Wan’ everyone to see…”
“Jesus,” he moans, your hand going down to palm his aching shaft. “Only fucked you once and I’ve already turned you into a little cockslut, huh?”
You nod as his thumb brushes over your lips in a playful manner. You bring the digit into your mouth, making sure that it hits the very back of your throat. Nick groans at that, bringing his thumb out and crashing his lips into yours. You taste like cherry coke, and from the past few days of the constant making out you guys have been doing, Nick can infer that this is just how you taste. It’s so perfect, so incredibly sweet and precious. He grabs your arms and turns you around so he can press your body against the wall behind you. His hands undo his belt, and then he’s lifting up your skirt to see your pretty cunt.
“No panties, sweetheart?”
“Just wanted to be ready for you, daddy.”
The way you say it, so giving and dedicated, makes Nick’s cock jump. When he pulls it out he presses it flush against your bare mound and slaps your lips playfully with his tip. You squirm, little pussy red and swollen.
“Love this little pussy so much, baby,” Nick coos. He rubs your clit with his length, and it makes you tremble. “Need you to beg for daddy. C’mon, be a good girl.”
You don’t even hesitate, your voice shaky and desperate. “Please! Need you so bad, daddy. Please fuck me!”
He doesn’t hesitate to shove himself inside you, then. And although the stretch still hurts, it feels better than last time and it makes you mewl as he begins to harshly pound into you. He yanks you back by your hair, your body pressed flush against him, and he uses his other hand to yank your top down and expose your tits to the night air. They scrape against the brick wall, and it the sting makes you clench around him.
“Good little bitch.. such a tight little pussy…”
And then his tone becomes darker, and he begins to put a bruising grip on your hip.
“Tommy could’ve never fucked you like this, y’know.”
The sentence catches you off guard, your body slowing its movements. But only slightly; because as fucked up as it is, Nick still turns you on. You stutter, your eyes rolling back when Nick’s cock grazes your insides perfectly.
“W-What?”
And although it seems like Nick should be ashamed or feel caught saying the thing he just said, he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers reach down to rub you clit, as he chuckles darkly.
“You heard me. That little fucker. You were going to leave me for him, weren’t you?”
Your eyes furrow in confusion, tears beginning to form at the stress of his interrogation and his harsh thrusts. Nick slaps your ass harshly, watching it jiggle and move against him more.
“Answer me!”
“No! No, I only ever wanted you! I- I didn’t-“
“Good.”
His fingers slap your pussy, and then he’s rubbing your clit in harsh circles again. You practically scream, your wetness gushing down his dick.
“Now fucking cum for me.”
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You ignore Nick as he walks you back to his cabin.
You don’t know what else to do. How else are you supposed to react when your best friend slash lover decides to talk about a dead friend in bed?
It should upset you more than it does.
You’re freaked out, a little bit, of course. But the guilt, that pit in your stomach, isn’t as prominent as you thought it would be. And when Nick pulls you into a hug and softly asks, “stay, please?”, you can’t resist him. Will is out, you assume. Probably with a random girl or still at the bonfire.
None of that matters, right now. You turn your head when Nick tries to kiss you. He frowns, hands coming up to your hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why’d you say that stuff earlier, Nick?” You ask quietly. Your nervously bounce on the balls of your feet. “That was really mean.”
He sighs, looking regretful as he takes your face into his hands.
“I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t of said that. I got carried away..“
His lips land on yours, gentle. You’re extremely tired, your limbs weak and your pussy aching from Nick’s harsh fucking. You don’t know how to feel, but the softness of Nick’s lips makes your eyes flutter shut.
“I won’t do it again,” he murmurs, as he pulls away. His thumb goes to wipe away stray mascara that had smeared on your face. “I promise. Just stay with me?”
You know it isn’t right. You know that what he said was messed up, was something you should leave him for. But you don’t. You just nod your head obediently, and join him on his bed. And when you’re trying to sleep and his length rubs up against your thigh, he asks if you want him. You say yes, and It’s true.
And when he brings himself up to your lips, you lick his cock clean, and show him your devotion.
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Kinktober day 18 - orgasm denial
Nick Goode x Reader
“Please, Nick!” you beg, squirming on his lap as two of his fingers are knuckles deep inside your wet cunt, pumping and curling them slightly to reach that soft spot that makes you see stars.
He has been doing that for the past hour, working you up to your highest peak, just to stop at the last second and leave you all whiny and frustrated for not reaching that orgasm.
“Please what, sweetheart?” Nick asks, taking his fingers out to place a soft smack to your swollen clit.
“I- i wanna cum, please” you answer, trying to buck your hips against his hand.
“Too bad” he says with a chuckle, tightening his grip on your neck and pressing you even more to his chest, as a clear way to show his dominance. “I am the one who decides whenever you cum, and right now you can’t. So be a good girl and stop begging for it, yeah?”
You just nod, feeling his fingers slide inside you again, ready to take the torture once more.
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➪the one where nick falls in love with a shadysider at camp nightwing.
Disclaimer: nick and reader have been aged up for the sole purpose of the smut, sorry if it doesn’t make sense with the timeline of the actual movie (im not writing underage scenes like that, though y’all stay safe) also nick isn’t as evil in this (or at all, really)
WARNINGS: kissing, smut, unprotected sex, slight possessive nick, slight choking, borderline breeding kink, camper x counselor relationship
Word Count: 5.4k
The summer heat was becoming unbearable. Though, it wasn’t nearly as unbearable as your want for the counselor you’d had your eye on for the last two weeks. His name was Nick Goode, which was ironic as the many things you wanted him to do to you were nothing short of bad.
He was your counselor, but that’s a bit of an unfair title as you’re eighteen (as of two months ago) and more than capable of looking after yourself. He was only a year older than you. Since the first day, you’ve been hinting at your obvious crush on him, and all your advances had been cut short when another counselor would see you.
Nick had shown an interest in you as well, but he was too much of a gentleman to take it any further than a smile or an accidental touch of the hand on your arm. It wasn’t enough. You craved him and were infatuated with him to the point where you felt inferior to him.
It was expected for you to develop feelings for him, with his good manners and undeniably good looks. How could you not?
Unbeknownst to you, Nick thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. You were a natural goddess in his eyes and he could only imagine what it would be like to touch you on a deeper level, instead of the rare brush of the arm.
Only problem was.. he was a golden boy and you were a shadysider.
You tended to be the bolder one out of the two of you, but secretly, every pick up line or flirtatious joke you said had your hands feeling sweaty when waiting for his response. He would always respond with remarks that matched your flirty smirks but that was all that came from it.
After all, he is your counselor.
But what others don’t know won’t hurt them, right?
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It was around dinner time and while the campers and counselors alike all gathered in the dining area, you stayed back to help Nick clean up. He picked up all the paint brushes while you threw away the scrap pieces of paper. It was just the two of you, and that alone had your heart beating faster than normal, but you pushed away the insecure thoughts and leaned on the table he was cleaning.
“Are we ever going to talk about the thing going on between us?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, the corners of your lips turning up when he stopped his actions.
He didn’t look at you and stood still for a few seconds before continuing to wipe away at the wooden table. “What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you say and casually move closer to him.
“I don’t think I do,” he replied, turning to look at you. “And even if I did, you know nothing can happen between us.”
You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Why not?”
“Because I’m a counselor,” he said, stepping away from you. “And because you’re a camper.”
Your ego felt attacked at the thought of him comparing you to a bunch of kids. “Please,” you scoffed, reaching over and running your fingers over his arm. “I’m eighteen. I don’t believe that you see me as a kid, especially since you’re only one year older than me.”
Nick froze at the feeling of your hand on him and he could feel the walls he built in an attempt to not fall for you crumbling down every second that passed. “It’d be wrong,”
When he went to pull away, you grabbed his hands and tugged him towards you. You were still leaning on the table when you placed his hands on your waist, your chests just inches away. “Does it feel wrong?”
Your words, unintentionally sexy, mixed with the feeling of you had the walls falling completely. Nick slowly stepped forward and allowed you to place your hands on his chest while his ran up your arms to rest on either side of your face.
You could feel your heart beating in your ears, your skin on fire as you looked up at him. “Kiss me,” you murmured, straining your neck to move your face closer to his. At his conflicted expression, you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders. “Please.”
At that, Nick leaned down and closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a surprisingly passionate yet desperate kiss. Your hands immediately traveled to his face, bringing him down so he was closer to your height. It wasn’t surprising that the kiss got heated really fast, this was something you both had wanted since the day you met.
Nick’s hands fell from your face and landed on your hips once again and he tugged you up, making you sit on the wooden surface of the table. With him now situated between your legs, you tugged on the collar of his shirt so he was as close as he could possibly be.
His hands moved to wrap your legs around his waist and you moaned at the feeling, all while keeping your lips pressed to his.
You weren’t a virgin, and from the way Nick had his hands all over you, you could tell he wasn’t one either, but you still felt like this was the first time you’d had a man’s hands on your body. You felt high and the kiss was beginning to take your breath away.
You pulled back and let out a deep breath as Nick’s lips moved to your neck, pressing kisses all along it until he got to your shoulders. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access while gripping his jaw and face, breathy moans flying from your mouth.
You had a feeling that Nick would take you right then and there, but the sound of his brother’s voice calling his name had him pulling away from his attack on your neck. You held your breath while Nick stood completely still, and after a few seconds of silence you both wondered if you had imagined it.
“Nick,” his brother called again. “Where are you?”
Nick immediately stepped away from you and created a good amount of space. You hopped off the table and quickly grabbed a cup that was full of water from the paint and threw it on the floor. Nick looked at you in confusion for a second as you shoved an old towel in his hands.
“Nick,” Will opened the door and his brows furrowed at the sight. A puddle had formed where you dumped the water and you watched as his eyes flicked between you and Nick. “You missed dinner.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I was just-”
“I accidentally spilled water when we were cleaning up and Nick was just helping me,” you gestured to the towel in his hands and that’s when Nick had finally caught on.
Will looked between you and Nick a few times then finally down at the water. “I see that,” he said. “Just make sure it doesn’t ruin the floor.”
After that he walked out, the door slamming closed behind him and you hear Nick let out a breath of relief. You looked up at him, a smile beginning to form on your lips as Nick dropped the towel onto the floor, letting it soak up the water.
“That was close,”
“Too close,” he said but the tone in his voice told you that he didn’t regret it.
The water was forgotten as Nick moved closer to you, his hand reaching up to caress the side of your face. Your fingers wrap around his wrist as you gaze up at him, waiting for any sign of confirmation that he wanted this as bad as you did.
A few seconds pass before he strokes his thumb across your cheek bone. “No one can find out,” he said and your smile grows until it’s a full on grin.
“No one will,” you promise before leaning up on your toes to kiss him again. He kisses you back, though not with as much force as before, then pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.
“I’m so fucked,” he said and you laugh, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in for your third kiss of the night.
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It was the day of the color war and to say you weren’t excited would be an understatement. Running around with a bunch of kids and playing a game that labeled you as the inferior color was not something you felt like doing at all.
You hid behind a cabin as a few Sunnyvale kids ran around with the counselors. You glanced around the area, keeping an eye out for a specific one.
It had been a month since you and Nick kissed. A few days later he was officially your boyfriend, your secret boyfriend, actually, and you were his secret girlfriend.
You kept it low-key for two reasons, one being the fact that you’re from Shadyside and Nick is from Sunnyvale, and two being the fact that you’re a camper and Nick’s a counselor.
Neither of you minded much, but it made seeing each other a lot harder.
As you hid, a smile formed on your face when your eyes caught sight of the brown haired boy you called your boyfriend (secretly, of course). He was participating, barely, but you knew that this was the last thing he wanted to do, as he had told you that the color war games were his least favorite activities.
You wait a few more seconds, ensuring no one would see you, before you lunge forward and wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him so he was in the space between the two cabins. Nick’s hands immediately find your waist while yours rest on either side of his face. You share a brief, yet extremely intimate look, before Nick leans forward and closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours.
It was something you both had been deprived of for the last few days, both of you seemingly unable to find a good time to meet up.
It was clear that each other’s touch was what fueled your cravings for one another as Nick’s hands moved up to either side of your head, pressing into you and making your back hit the harsh exterior of the wooden cabin. It scratched against the bare skin peeking out of your grey tank top but you couldn’t care less. You missed your boyfriend too much to mind the few splinters you might have to pull out later.
“I missed you,” he muttered against your lips.
“I missed you, too,” you say back and he presses his lips to yours once again. Your hands move to tug at his hair, raking your fingers through it before pulling.
He groans against your mouth before pulling away, his hands moving to grip your waist once more. “I can’t go that long without seeing you again,”
It had only been just under six days since you had the opportunity to sneak off like this, but the truth was that you both had become obsessed with each other in the month you’ve been seeing each other.
So, naturally, you couldn’t help but nod your head in agreement. “I can’t, either,” you say quietly, aware that there may be campers lurking nearby. “I’ve wanted you for days now.”
Nick’s ears perk up at that and he gives you a sly smirk, running his hands over the newly exposed skin due to him pulling up your top slightly. “Sexually?” His shyness had dissolved the last few weeks and he was completely content with being himself around you, hence the word that left his mouth.
You hadn’t gotten to the point of actually sleeping together yet, just heated make out sessions when you could, and to say you were hot for him was an understatement.
He had meant it as a joke so when you nodded and dropped one of your hands to the button of his pants, pressing your fingers to his clothed crotch, Nick’s breath hitched and he felt the blood rush down his body. “I want you so much,” you say and it fuels Nick’s libido to no end.
Gathering some self control, he pulls away slightly, his hands gripping your upper arms. “Are you sure?”
“When are we going to get another chance like this one before summer ends?” You ask, resting your hands on his chest. “You know how much I’ve wanted you, since the day we met.”
Nick looks around, making sure no one was around to witness a Shadysider and Sunnyvaler hooking up. “Not here,”
“Okay,” you reply immediately. “But it turns me on to think about someone catching you with your dick inside me-”
Nick cuts you off by grabbing your hand and tugging you to his cabin. With Nick seemingly too far gone, you took it upon yourself to repeatedly glance around to avoid anyone seeing you.
To outsiders, it looked like Nick was beyond pissed off with you and was dragging you off somewhere to rip you a new one, but the angry look on his face was actually sexual frustration mixed with an undeniable want for the girl he was borderline in love with.
You made it to the cabin with no one around to see you, thankfully, and Nick quickly pushed you inside, locking the door behind him. You didn’t get the chance to explore his room before he pulled you over to his bed, gently pushing you down onto it. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his elbow moving to the left side of your face to hold himself up while his other hand wasted no time in groping your tank top covered chest.
You were right, when was there going to be another opportunity like this one? He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty that he was skipping out on his duties to bury himself in you, but how could he resist his sweet, horny girlfriend when he felt the exact same way she did?
Seeing as the time was extremely limited, he leaned back on his knees to rid himself of his red and white shirt. Your hands fumbled with your own flimsy top as you took it off and dropped it beside the messily made bed.
Boys will be boys.
Within seconds he was back on top of you, his lips kissing every newly exposed part of you he could. Even with the time limit, he couldn’t help but suck a rather large hickey on the top of your right breast, a place only you and him would be able to see it.
Your hands tangle in his hair as his fingers unzip your shorts and slide them off your legs, adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He would take his time and appreciate your body like he knew it deserved, but he couldn’t risk someone walking in and ruining the rare chance he had to see you like this.
He’d have to worship your body another time.
Instead, he murmured a praise against your neck, “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,”
His words went straight to your core and you moaned, your hands gripping his biceps as he slipped your underwear off.
“Are you sure?” He asks once again. He was painfully hard and might actually break something if you were to back out, but he would allow you that choice no matter what.
Thankfully, though, you just nodded.
“I’m sure, Nick,” you say and caress the sides of his face, bringing it down to yours. “I love you.”
The words caught him off guard and he pulled back to look over your entire face, searching for any sign that you could just be saying that to deepen the moment. He didn’t think anyone could fall in love with someone in a month, but here he was. When he laid in this very bed, by himself, he found himself wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms. When he sat with the rest of the kids from Sunnyvale, his heart ached whenever he saw you sitting with the glum and broody people that so didn’t deserve to have you next to them. He found himself falling completely in love with you with no way to stop it.
“I love you,” he said back once he saw no trace of insincerity on your face, just love, and lust, but mainly love. You leaned up and kissed him while he unzipped his pants, not bothering to pull them down past the point where he could relieve himself of the tight fabric.
Once he was free, he lined himself up with your entrance, his free hand coming up to brush away the few fallen strands of hair that covered your eyes. With a final kiss pressed to your lips, he enters you, both of you releasing a breathy moan.
You were, by far, the tightest girl Nick had ever been with, not that he had a long list of past relationships, and not that he would ever dare to compare you to anyone. You were so much more than the girls in his past, so much better in every way. The immediate attraction between the two of you was obvious and had you both developing feelings faster than expected.
As for you, you had no problem comparing Nick to the scumbags you’d let touch you in your past relationships. They weren’t small in any sense, but Nick was no doubt bigger in the best possible ways. He had a hell of a bigger heart than your previous lovers, a better and brighter personality and he definitely didn’t disappoint in the size category. In fact, you were sure Nick was stretching you out so much that you feared for a second that he’d break you, not that you’d complain.
Nick stilled inside you for a brief second, letting you get familiar with his size, before he pulled out half way. He slipped himself back in at a pace that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your hands gripping his shoulders with everything you had.
There was no doubt in your mind that if you were to be spoiled with this a few more times down the road of your relationship, he would ruin you for other guys. He’d get you so fucked up for him that you wouldn’t dream of anyone else getting you off, and not in the way he could. Not that you’d ever want to have anyone else like this after Nick. You were down bad and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the consequences that would no doubt come with dating the golden boy from Sunnyvale.
Nick, however, was sick of the unwanted title. He was tired of trying to live up to it and be the guy who could do no wrong, and maybe that’s what made this moment so surreal to him. Nick Goode, future Police Chief, currently burying himself to the brim in a shadysider when he should be participating in the degrading color game going on outside.
But, as Nick sets a steady rhythm, he knew he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with the girl he loved.
It felt as if he was saying a massive fuck you to all the people who looked up to him for things he really didn’t want to be part of.
Your legs eventually wrapped around his waist that was still covered by his pants, tightening when he delivered a particularly rough thrust into you. Your chests were pressed completely together with no space in between and Nick leaned down to suck another love bite onto your shoulder. It would be visible if you wore the tank top currently on the floor, so you’d have to remember to switch to a t-shirt after this to hide it. Nick couldn’t help but mark you as his, making you purple in spots that could be visible to everyone with a slip of your shirt. It was the only way he could show that you were taken and that no one had any business trying to get with you when it was him that got to see you like this.
You tried your best to quiet your moans, your whimpers being the only sound in the room. Nick had his face pressed to your neck, his low groans being lost to your skin. You knew you had to be quiet, for the sake of your relationship, but you felt the urge to make him feel as good as he possibly could.
So, you gently pressed against him and flipped him around so his head was against the single pillow with you now situated on top of him. Nick’s hands found your waist while yours rested on his chest, your nails lightly digging into his clear and spotless skin when you began to move your hips.
Your plan to get him to be loud seemed to work as he now had nothing to hide his face in so his moans sounded through the empty room. Satisfied, you lift your hips and drop back down onto him, feeling him stretch even deeper into you. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, surprised you were able to take all of him, let alone take him to the deepest part of you.
One of Nick’s hands left your hips to wrap around one of your wrists, his lips pressing kisses to your forearm. “Fuck,” you whimper at the feeling of him inside you and the kisses he was placing on you. How was this boy even real? And how did you manage to have him all to yourself?
Nick must’ve been thinking similar thoughts as he let go of your hand, allowing it to grip his shoulder while his thumb moved up to pull at your lower lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, watching the way you nearly squealed in ecstasy when he lifted his hips to fuck into you. “God, look at you. So pretty.”
His words of praise sent heat waves down your body and you let your head fall back, throaty groans leaving you as your pace picked up. Testing something new, Nick dropped his thumb from your lip and wrapped his fingers around your throat, applying the faintest amount of pressure.
Your eyes widen at the new feeling and your hips rocked even faster, moans freely leaving your mouth. It was clear that neither of you cared about your increasing volume at this point. In fact, Nick was sure he wouldn’t mind someone coming in to see you on top of him, riding him until you both had nothing left to give.
That would really demolish the golden boy status and Nick felt like coming at the thought of you helping him ruin his unwanted reputation. You and him, proving to everyone that he wasn’t what they thought, not in the slightest. If he was what they wanted him to be, he wouldn’t be currently getting fucked by someone considered inferior to him, even though he knew you were better than those people could ever be. You actually saw him for who he was. You knew him and that was all that mattered. All he needed was his sweet and incredibly hot girlfriend to feel like he was truly himself. You were what was missing in his life up to the point of him meeting you, he was sure.
The thought of you, the only girl he’s ever let himself love, tainting his reputation beyond repair had him moaning loudly, his hand falling from your throat to grab your waist once again.
He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten with you. Not only did he find someone who didn’t give a shit about who he was supposed to be, but he found someone who helped bring out the real him. He was in love with you.
Nick felt like he was on cloud nine and he had no problem with never coming down. If this was the way you made him feel, he knew he wanted you forever.
“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, sitting up with one hand behind him, holding him up. His other hand stayed on your waist, assisting you in bouncing yourself on him. You straddled him, your hands coming up to grip the sides of his face while your chest brushed his with every bounce of your body. One of the straps of your bra fell off your shoulder, exposing your chest to him even more and his hand moved up to tug the strap down your arm, fully exposing your full chest to him, despite your other bra strap still hugging your shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so hot. You look so pretty riding me, so pretty stuffing yourself with me. I love you.”
“I love you,” you could only whisper back, your throat beginning to become sore from your increasingly loud moans mixed with the faint fingerprints that littered your neck. “I want this forever, want you forever. Fuck, you feel so good.”
It was as if you had read his exact thoughts and it had him breaking out in a large grin, kissing you quickly. “You’re mine, now,” he said, kissing your collarbone while the hand that wasn't gripping your waist came up to tug and pinch your nipple. “Mine forever.”
At this promise, you sped up the movements of your hips, fucking onto him with the last remaining energy you had. You felt yourself getting closer to the point of no return and you wanted nothing more than to let go around him.
Your hips began to shake beyond your control, and Nick stepped in to help keep the pace going by fucking up into you. “I’m close,” you mumbled against his lips, your eyes tearing up from how good you felt at that moment. “You’re so big, so deep. I’ve never felt this full before.”
Nick groaned at your praises, sloppily kissing your neck to prolong the inevitable.
The things you’ve said are completely new. You’ve never cared enough about your past relationships to feel the need to praise them in any way you could, but Nick was just too good at this to not be showered with them. The physical and emotional connection you felt with him ran so much deeper than both of you probably realized.
“Yeah?” He asked against your skin, his fingers no doubt creating bruises on your hips. “You should come for me, then.”
The way he said it both desperately and nonchalantly at the same time had your mouth opening while moans flew from it, your grip on his hair and shoulders becoming increasingly tight as you felt yourself explode around him.
You completely lost yourself, continuing to lazily bounce on Nick as he groaned against you. “Come in me,” you whimpered against his lips. Nick’s eyes widened at your request and he’s never felt more turned on than he did in that moment. “Paint me as yours, please, I want it so bad.”
Your pleas and the overall tightness from you had Nick reaching his climax, too, bucking up into you and painting your walls like you desperately asked him to. You whimpered at the feeling, this being the first time you ever allowed anyone to finish inside you, while Nicked moaned loudly, filling you with everything he had left to offer.
When he finished, the movement of your hips finally halted, your forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath.
As you held each other, Nick once again questioned how in the hell he got so lucky. You were the first girl he ever got the pleasure of climaxing in and the thought that it could very well end in a pregnancy made his heart race. He made a mental note that one day, he’d put a baby in you. His baby. Something that only the two of you can share, that only belonged to you and him, but that’s a conversation for another time.
Both yours and Nick’s skin was sweaty, and his hair was messy and all over the place, a dead giveaway for what you had just done. You laughed to yourself as your hands came up to flatten out the messy strands, placing a final kiss to his forehead when you finished.
Nick’s breathing was staggered and uneven and he allowed himself to fall back onto the pillow, bringing you down with him.
You laughed then immediately let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him still inside you, your body beginning to feel sensitive the longer he stayed buried in you. You knew you’d have to release him eventually, but you both knew that meant you then had to separate and possibly spend days apart, so you kept him inside you for as long as you could.
With your chest pressed to his, you slid your arms up and under his pillow, creating a crevice for his head to rest in. You smiled at the satisfied look on his face and pecked his chin before resting your head on his shoulder. “You look so hot,” you murmured, your skin forming goosebumps when his fingers began to run up and down your back.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you say quietly, bringing one of your hands down to run your fingers across his chest. “Just like this. So content and fucked out.”
Nick smirked, his arms wrapping around your form and his lips pressing to your head. “It’s because of you,”
You hummed, tilting your head up and allowing him to connect your lips. This kiss was long and sweet, no indication of it starting anything else. The best kind of kisses, in your opinion.
You pulled away and put your head on his chest, the faint sound of his heartbeat calming you. “We should get dressed soon,” Nick said, even though he really didn’t want to. But, he was a counselor after all and he had to make up for the lost time.
He didn’t regret this in the slightest, though. He’d much rather lay here with you than go back outside and pretend to be something he was so far from.
“I know,” you mumble, pressing one final and quick kiss to his lips before sitting up.
You finally allowed him to slip out of you, both of you wincing at the feeling, and stood up, redressing your lower half. You fixed your bra while Nick zipped his pants back up and threw his shirt back on.
With a glance at your reflection in the mirror on top of the dresser, your eyes widen at the purple mark on your shoulder. “Nick!”
At your loud call of his name, Nick quickly stood up and looked around for any sign of a possible threat before he realised there was none. “What?”
You turned to face him and pointed at the mark, watching as a smirk forms on his lips.
“Oh,” he says and walks over to you.
“People are going to see that when I put my shirt back on,” you whined, referring to the little coverage your tank top did for your shoulders.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. I need to show you’re taken somehow,”
You rolled your eyes as he gently pushed you to the side, opening the top drawer of the dresser. He grabbed one of his shirts and held it out to you.
You raised your brows, eyes on the piece of fabric. “I can’t wear your shirt,” you say. “People will know it’s not mine, and your brother will know it’s yours if he were to see me in it.”
“If anyone asks,” Nick starts, taking it upon himself to slip the shirt over your head. “Just say yours got ruined during the game and I offered you one of mine.”
With a weary glance at your boyfriend, you adjusted the shirt that fell to your mid thigh. You tucked the front of it into your shorts as Nick’s hands found their home on either side of your face.
“It will be fine,” he says and kisses your forehead. “I promise. Nothing bad will happen to you when I’m around.”
You nod and step forward, wrapping your arms around his middle while his wrap around your shoulders. You share a final hug, knowing that it’d be a while before you would be able to be back in his arms, something that both of you hated but had to cooperate with nonetheless.
One day you’d be with him everyday, living with him and just being with him in every sense possible. He’d make sure of it.
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Nick/Ted’s “because I’m a counselor” has been permanently burned into my mind. It’s just so effortlessly hot
#fear street#fear street imagines#fear street x reader#nick goode#nick goode x reader#nick goode imagines#nick goode smut#nick goode fluff#fluff#smut#ted sutherland#ted sutherland x reader#ted sutherland imagines#fear street 1978#fear street 1978 imagines#nick goode 1978#nick goode 1978 imagines#nick goode 1978 x reader
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dude anything with older Nick Goode idc
A/N:ok so from your other req i kinda combined these and put them in hcs- also i’m sorry it’s short i’ve had like no motovation
•Older! Nick Goode definantly has a choking link like bite me if i’m wrong
•It doesn’t matter if you’re fucking or doing nothing at all he will literally have his hand around your neck
•Defo whispers the dirtiest shit in your ear, his hand in your throat:
“I’m going to make you cum on my cock, baby. And then you’re going to clean up your mess.”
“Maybe next time I should fuck you at the station”
“Look at you.. can’t even handle this hm?”
•He doesn’t care if he’s shaking, crying, he’ll keep going until you’re finished🙏 (idk he just srsly gives that energy
•Older!Nick Goode who all but pulls out and swears up and down that it’s cause he wants a kid, not cause of how cute you looked in that outfit, or how cute it would look on you if you were pregnant not at all.
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Delicate Beginning Rush
pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader
masterlist: here | crossposted; ao3 | word count: 4.8k
warnings: alcohol, fluff??? who am i ????¿, shy nerdy nicholas, awkward fumbling drunk sex, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation, nick has a big massive fat-, cum play ??, subby nick if you squint, reader doesn’t know anything about star wars / pop culture ? lol, au; college omens, 18+ MDNI
summary; your friend drags you to a house party you never wanted to be at but end up being grateful when a cute shy boy changes the course of your night
a/n: this is a work of fiction, don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)
Around you rages a random college house party that your roommate dragged you to. The house itself was huge and almost dollhouse-like. You weren’t sure who’s party it was or who all lived there, all you did know was that your friend was on a mission. You’ve met the group of boys your friend was interested in a couple times. She’s been trying to get with one… or two of them? You aren’t quite sure anymore. But they were some boys from your English class that happened to be in a band – at least that’s what you’d gathered with various random study dates with them. They were chill, but you could tell that they were mostly interested in your roommate. At least that’s what it seemed like, with the way they’d usually only pay mind to her while you’d be working on assignments.
But now, you sit on the kitchen counter of this giant house with a raven-haired tattooed boy standing between your legs. You both are tipsy, giggly messes.
Your hands intertwined with his and playfully sway back and forth at his sides; the warm alcohol running through your veins makes you both more touchy-feely than normal. The drink coats your body in a tingly warmth.
“How come I didn’t know you were so funny huh?” You nudge his shoulder with the right set of your connected hands. Your fingers slip from the hold and brings the plastic cup full of neon blue to your lips. You take a sip looking up at him through glassy eyes over the white ridge of the cup. The sickeningly sweet beverage burns your throat with at least 3 different liquors mixed.
His tan cheeks are tinted peachy pink from the alcohol and a sweet smile tugs at his lips. “I don’t know.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his own drink. “I don’t really talk much I guess.”
Which was true. Now thinking about it, in all your group hangouts he was mostly silent, only speaking when spoken to. The other three boys were loud and quite talkative. Especially the two your roommate was pining after, both with long hair and one with an accent. It really depended on the day which she was leaning towards more. Tonight, it was Jolly, the one with the accent.
“Yeah, I noticed that.” You say softly, “But you seem much more talkative now with some of…” You hold up the horrid concoction you were given, “Whatever this is.”
He smiles, “Yeah, I guess it helps me out of my shell a little.”
It seemed to help him out of his shell a lot, with him talking to you for the past hour and making you laugh harder than you had in a while. You barely even knew what his voice sounded like before tonight. But you found that you really enjoyed it, it was deep and raspy but upticks when he’s excited about something. It swirls a flurry of butterflies in your tummy that you write off as just the alcohol’s doing.
“Well, I quite like you out of your shell Nicholas.” You beam sitting up. One arm wrapping around your own midsection and the other feeding more sips of drink to your mouth. You find the edges of your lips curling at how the blue liquid tinted the inside of his lips. You wonder if the stain on his mouth tastes just as sweet as the drink.
A blush coats his cheeks, and his eyes fall to his cup, “Oh, you can call me Nick.”
“Alright, Nick.” You grin and take the last sip of your drink. “You know it’s awfully loud in here.” You use a tried-and-true line.
“Oh, well, we could um,” He knocks back the last of his own drink. “We could go up to my room?” He offers kindly.
Hook.
Line.
Sinker.
“Sure, I think that’s a great idea.”
You hop off the counter and he takes your hand, weaving you through the crowded party and up the stairs. He pulls you into his room, the second door to the right. The room was cleaner and more decorated than you’d expect from a random college boy.
Your eyes wander across the shelves of figurines, books, and posters on the walls. It was all quite… “nerdy”, the only thing you could really recognize was Star Wars while the rest just seemed like miscellaneous anime memorabilia. It didn’t make it any less pretty or interesting, quite the opposite, you were awestruck.
Another wall was covered in framed records that hung above a bookshelf filled with vinyls and topped with a record player. Your gaze flows down to where propped guitars litter the floor.
“It’s lame I know.” He scratches the back of his neck with a subtle embarrassment on his face.
The mandatory college boy light strips around the room were set to purple and moving the light in a pattern – alternating between blocks of bright violent and dim violet. Your eyes followed the blocks as they trailed along the ceiling. The light strips and a warm yellow lamp on his night were the only sources of illumination.
“No, no.” Your eyes finally land on Nick again. “I think it’s really cool.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, it’s definitely not that.”
“Most boys’ rooms are bare with a mattress on the floor. Your room is so full of personality… and you have a bed frame.” You laugh. “It’s cool. I promise.”
The more you looked at his personality-filled room, the more you wondered how he kept all of this contained. You would’ve never guessed this is what his room would look like. But you sure were happy you were found out.
“Well, I’m glad you think so.” He says and sort of shifts on his heels. He picks up some random fidget toy and begins playing with it, it’s obvious he’s a little nervous.
You carefully sat on the bed, making sure not to disrupt the nicely made sheets.
“I don’t know anything about that stuff.” You say naively. You’ve been around enough nerdy boys to know that always gets them going.
“Of what? Star Wars?” His glassy eyes grow wide and shocked.
You giggle at his reaction, “Yeah, any of it really. Like all this stuff in here. Except the music, obviously.”
“No way.” He scoffs. “There’s no way you’ve never even seen one Star Wars movie?”
“Nope.” You lift your shoulders to a shrug, “But I’m sure you’re about to tell me about it.”
“Well, I mean, it’s only my civil duty to inform you about them.” The edge of his mouth pulls into a playful grin.
You bite down on your lip to stifle another liquor-soaked giggle. “Alright. Well, let’s hear it then.”
The way the corners of his lips curl directly into his cheekbones is so adorable you don’t even mind that he’s derailed your mission of hooking up. You pull yourself further back into his bed making room for him.
“Okay, so.” He says excitedly with an uptick in his voice and scrambles to sit next to you on the bed. He takes an inhale before beginning to speak, almost like he doesn’t even know where to start.
Even though you were originally in this for something completely different, now you don’t mind just sitting here and listening to him excitedly talk about … whatever he’s talking about.
You let him drunkenly ramble without interrupting him, nodding at any points he was making. He lost you fairly early on, when he started to explain how the movies are chronologically not in order or something along those lines. But that didn’t stop you from just listening to him speak or admire how animated he got with his hands while explaining things.
He was just so cute – the way when he smiled, really smiled, it lit up his whole face. This smile reached his eyes, lighting them up with so much life. This was the first time you really noticed his eyes, with the purple lights reflecting in them you couldn’t even tell what color they truly were – they looked grey, then blue, then green all at once. When you were really lost in them is when he caught you.
He reeled his arms back to his body, giving you a little embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk so much.” His gaze fell before bashfully meeting you again.
“No, no, no.” You quickly answer, immediately feeling guilty for not paying enough attention. “I liked listening to you.”
“Oh, you don’t gotta say that.” A light pink coats his cheeks before his eyes fall to his fiddling fingers. “I’m used to it. Most people don’t tend to listen to me anyway.”
Your chest twists at the thought of anyone ever making him feel unheard or ignored.
“Hey, no.” You reach between you and grab his wrist, then meet his eyes. “I was listening to you. I really like hearing you talk. Okay? You can keep going if you want.”
He blushes a little more and gives a small nod. “Okay.”
He continues on some tangent he left hanging, and you return to your place with your chin on your palm supported by an elbow to your knee.
You didn’t lie, you really do like listening to him – you said nothing about understanding anything he said. Especially with how fuzzy your head is right now, you don’t understand a single word he’s saying. All you can pay attention to is the smooth waves of his cadence and his adorable mannerisms.
He pauses and chuckles nervously, “What? Did I lose you again?”
The edges of your lips curl up, and you shake your head.
“No.” You hum and press your lips together as you reach up to tuck some hair behind his ear. “I’m just wondering if you tell every girl you bring up here about Star Wars.” You giggle.
He nearly scoffs at even the idea. “No, definitely not.” He reaches up to scratch his arm “Mostly because I never really bring anyone up here. I usually stay here during their parties. They’re not really my thing.” He shrugs and fidgets with his thumbs as he speaks, transfixed on them while occasionally looking up to meet your eyes. “I don’t really like the loud music, or the people… or the alcohol usually. Really none of it is for me.”
“Well, I’m really glad you were down there tonight.” You smile sweetly, just admiring how pretty and delicate he is. You move your hand just a bit forward so that the tips of your fingers interlace with his and lean towards him.
A shy grin spreads across his lips, “Yeah me too.” He replies softly while matching your actions and moving closer to you. His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and you can’t help but mirror it. His lips were perfect and plump and all you wanted to do was be on them.
From all the pieces of him you’ve gathered tonight, it’s easy to assume that he’s probably pretty anxious and can’t read social cues that well. So, you decide to spell it out for him.
“I want you to kiss me, Nick.” You breathe into the gap between your lips.
He gives you a quick but urgent nod before softly crashing his lips into yours.
The kiss ignites sparks all over your body, firecrackers exploding within each cell. Your hand finds his cheek to pull him in closer. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip asking for entrance and you oblige without a second thought.
His tongue hesitantly flicks at yours which begins a playful dance between them. It’s not rough or dominance-seeking, it’s needy and soft.
You tangle both hands into his long long locks and lean back on his bed, pulling him on top of you between your legs without ever breaking the kiss.
He’s so gentle with you. His hands stationed at each end of your body, one soft on your face and the other resting tenderly on your side. His tongue was skillful but mellow, just enjoying the kiss with you. It’s not often a guy wants to take his time and not rush, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he was setting the pace.
It’s exciting and delicious all at once.
Your hand meets his face to bring him even closer before reaching up and tangling your fingers into his dark hair again. His scent fills your nostrils and it’s something woodsy and… spicy? Sweet, but peppery. The smell of his cologne goes straight down between your legs and worsens the throbbing there.
You continue the lazy kissing but take the lead again and slowly guide his hand to your tit, letting him know that it’s okay to touch you. He doesn’t need much convincing; his hand begins needing the soft tissue of your breast over thin t-shirt fabric. His fingertips lightly pinch your pebbled nipple. You can’t help but let out a tiny whine into his mouth.
You’re reminded of just how drunk you are when your numbed fingertips trail down his shirt to his belt and fumble with it. You struggle with the button and the zipper, but you finally reach his hardening cock. He lets out a small groan once you start palming him over his boxers. While you can’t even see it, you can tell it’s big – which surprises you, especially with his shy demeanor and the tight-ass pants he usually wears.
He follows suit, letting his hand trail down your side until it’s between your thighs beneath your skirt, running a finger between your panty-covered lips. You moan into the kiss; you need him like air – more than just his finger over cotton.
Since he seems to base his actions and pace on yours, probably out of courtesy to make sure he’s not crossing any lines, you dip your hand past the wide band of his boxer briefs. His cock is thick and heavy in your hand as you begin pumping him within his boxers.
It works, he dips into your panties and lets his fingers explore you. He rounds your clit nearly causing your entire body to convulse. Then he slowly brings them down to your entrance which makes you immediately roll your hips up towards his hand – your core aching to have something, anything inside you. A louder moan escapes once you feel two fingers slip inside you.
You pump his large member in your hand, and you can feel his pulse in it. The walls around his fingers tighten once he starts rutting into your fist – he needs you just as badly. You break the kiss, and your chests rise and fall rapidly together. He doesn’t pull away, instead, he presses his forehead against yours.
“Jesus fucking christ you’re so fucking big.” You breathe out heavily between you two.
Pink flushes across his cheeks in the cutest way. “Thanks.” He replies shortly almost as if he’s ashamed to receive the compliment.
Your brows knit together and your head tilts to the side. “What’s wrong? I’m sorry if I-”
“No, no, it’s not that it’s just…” He presses his lips together for a moment. “It’s big.”
You chuckle, “I mean yeah, every guy says that right?”
“It’s just… I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He says sheepishly. “If you want to go further that is, of course.”
You watch him with a skeptical gaze trying to analyze his features to see if he’s joking but, he seems serious. Of course, he feels big in your hand, but you don’t have a full gauge of it – you can’t see it. Surely it can’t be that big. He’s probably just exaggerating. Regardless, you find it endearing that he’s so concerned about hurting you.
“I’m sure it’s fine.” You wave off the conversation because you enthusiastically want to get back to the journey you were on before.
His lips urgently find yours again and his fingers continue their plight inside you – two curling right into your sweet spot and his thumb rolling small circles into your swollen clit. You’re grateful for the loud party downstairs that masks some of the noises you’re making.
Your hand works on him at the same pace as his fingers do on you. Deep groans rumble in his chest and in the back of his throat.
Breathlessly, you pull from the kiss looking up at him like he’s a glass of water after a trek through the desert. “Fuck- I” A moan slips from you. “Fuck I need you. I need your cock.”
“Are you sure?” He asks and pulls away, “Because I–“
The pulsing in your core outweighs your patience and you hastily tug down his pants, letting his cock spring out fully.
Your eyes widen at his size. He wasn’t joking - he’s fucking massive. So massive in fact that it almost terrifies you and makes you question if it could even fit inside you. It’s almost as long as your arm and thicker than a can of RedBull.
Nick must’ve picked up on your fear because his cheeks grow rosy in embarrassment. “See. I told you.” He says dishearteningly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to try, I really understand. Just let me eat you instead?”
You blink at him, somewhat taken aback by the whole situation. As much as you wanted to try – and you really wanted to try, the worry of you both being too drunk to properly prep you was imminent and you really didn’t want to risk him hurting you.
“Okay…” You agree timidly. “Sure.”
He smiles seeming happy to just be able to make you feel good regardless. His lips meet yours again and repeat the same soft dance as earlier for a moment before beginning to pepper kisses down your body. First, your neck, giving you open-mouth kisses with an occasional suck. Then, down your torso and tummy until he’s finally between your legs. He swiftly slips your panties off.
His inked fingers help to spread you open, using your own arousal to easily slide between your lips.
“So pretty.” He mumbles before diving in causing an abrupt whine from you at the sudden stimulation.
His lips and tongue work as delicately and meticulously between your folds as they did with your mouth. You could swear his tongue was made of some sort of magic from how good he was making you feel already. His tongue was masterful in how it would flatten and then curve around your swollen clit.
You peer down at him at work, and he was so beautiful, eating you like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. He must’ve felt your gaze on him because he looks up at you with lustful but sweet green-grey eyes. They make your breath hitch in your throat.
It was artistic how he’d move his tongue up and down in swirly wavy patterns serving you a perfect rhythm of stimulation then rest then repeat. Not too fast, not too slow, not too hard, not too light. His tongue was immaculate.
“Fuck Nick,” You groan, letting your head fall harshly back on the pillow and your hand dives into his hair again. “Fuck don’t stop, that feels so fucking good- Fuck.”
The knot in your tummy grew more with each twist of his tongue and when he started incorporating his fingers again, hitting just the right spot, you knew you were done for.
“God, fuck!” You moan out loudly, tugging at his roots and rutting your hips up into his mouth. The knot threatening to snap at any given flick of his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, Nick, fuck I’m gonna cum!”
He speeds his pace up ever so slightly, not enough to ruin your ride but just enough to push you over the edge. He even lets out a moan against your cunt letting you know that really fucking likes the way you’re reacting to him.
Your grip on his hair is tight and probably painful but the screams that leave your throat distract you from staying gentle. Your legs clamp around his head and your back arches from the bed as you release fully onto him. He groans deeply against you again, seemingly even more turned on than before.
He doesn’t stop, no matter how tight your legs suffocate him or how hard you pull at his hair. He doesn’t stop for a second. His speed is perfect, enough to keep you going but not enough to overstimulate you. He keeps you riding a delicate tightrope, stretching your climax out as far as he can.
Your tummy fills with rampant butterflies and a buzzing spreads across your skin as he gently carries you into another orgasm. Pleasure crashes into you like a tidal wave to shore. Every inch of your body reacts to him, bending to his skillful craft.
Screams erupt from the base of your throat, your body not able to contain the rush of euphoria that he’s sent you into. Your hips rut up into his mouth and your walls spasm around his fingers but he keeps his actions steady and consistent. His fingers curl and thrust into you harmoniously with his tongue, letting you ride out your high on his face.
You pat his head a bit to indicate you were done. He looks up at you so happy, so grateful to serve you. His eyes are bright and full of pride that he was able to make you feel that good.
He pulls away, revealing him working his still-hard cock in his hand. Watching him move his fist up and down his veiny shaft and roll around his head has you buzzing again. He slips his fingers from you and replaces his working hand with the one covered in your juices, using your orgasm as lubricant.
“Fuck.” He mumbles, his eyes still fixated on your dripping cunt.
Your hand slithers down between your legs and use two fingers to spread yourself open for him. His tongue swipes between his lips as you begin playing with yourself ��� dipping into your entrance to gather some arousal to bring up to your pulsing clit.
You bite down on your bottom lip while his hand speeds up on his member, the sight of it turning you on beyond belief – especially since he was using your slick to work himself. He pumps his member faster and faster, his chest heaving accordingly. You’re both transfixed on each other’s actions, just getting off at the sight of the other fucking themselves.
The head of his cock is so swollen and dark red and leaking precum. It’s massive and could probably fill your entire mouth if you were to suck him off. His hand grows erratic and sloppy as his other keeps him propped up on the bed.
You feel a 3rd climax creeping up on you, filling your bud with nerves begging for relief again. Your free hand slides up your torso to squeeze your breast, watching him start to unravel. Your fingers work precise circles around your nub, occasionally moving down into your entrance. You never knew how powerful it could feel watching a man get off on just the sight of you. You loved the way his eyes tracked your fingers, how they’d widen if you spread your folds for him, how his hand would speed up if you fucked yourself.
“F-fuck.” He mutters, letting himself rest down on his elbow. “Ah-uh- fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
He quickly lifts his shirt to reveal his tummy just before milky white ribbons decorate the tattoos there. His eyes flutter close, and his head lulls back as he works every bit of cum out of himself. His lips part slightly, letting delicious groans and whimpers pour from his mouth.
Thankfully, you’re just as close and his moans along with the sight of him coating himself in cum push you over the edge. Flashing white blinds your sight and your thighs clamp around your hand. Your fingers don’t stop moving until his hand does.
You ride out your highs together before your bodies relax back into the bed. You lay there breathless beside him, your chests rising and falling rhythmically. He hadn’t even fucked you but that was still some of the hottest sex you’d ever had. God, his tongue was nothing short of magical.
The silence between you both is awkward but endearing, unfamiliar but delicate. Your tummy fills with fluttering butterflies just at his proximity. Finding a guy who made you feel like this was the last thing you expected to happen tonight.
A chill from the air conditioning reminds you that you’re still bare from the waist down. Strawberry pink flushes your cheeks as you lower your skirt back down. He follows suit and tucks himself back into his boxers.
You nervously chuckle and go to speak but he starts at the same time as you. The blush on your cheek only worsens.
“Oh sorry I-“ You both fumble over each other’s words again.
“You go.” He offers.
“No, no you go.” You reply, motioning for him to speak.
He chuckles with his eyes adverting yours. “Um, sorry if – if, you didn’t want, erm, this.” Referencing his jerking off.
“No – no it was –“
“You just – you sounded so pretty.” He blurts out. “And you tasted so good… I just, got worked up.” His cheeks and the tip of his nose coated in a deep pink. “Sorry.”
You try to keep yourself from smiling too big because you find his embarrassment so cute.
“It’s okay. I liked it.” You reassure, and for some reason, it tints your cheeks too.
“You did?” He asks almost shocked.
“Mhm.” You reply, digging your teeth into your lip and nod. You liked it more than wanted to admit. “A lot.”
“Okay.” He nods bashfully. “I, um, I’m gonna clean up now. Can I get you anything?”
“Hmm, maybe a water when you’re done?”
“Okay.” He sits up a bit. “Um, do you mind just kind of, looking away?”
Your eyes furrow and your head tilts at him in confusion but you comply. “Sure.” You cover your eyes with your hands. “Why am I looking away?” You question, seeing as you just saw a lot of him.
He shifts in the bed, and you hear him slip his shirt off, probably to use it to clean up his mess.
“I don’t know. I just don’t like to be shirtless around people, I guess.” He answers shyly.
“Oh, I’m sure you look good!”
“No.” He scoffs adamantly, “Definitely not.”
“I don’t believe you.” You hum, wiggling a bit while still covering your eyes. “But I’ll take your word for… for now.”
You sense him get off the bed and open some drawers. After a few moments, he lets you know it’s okay to look again. You open your eyes to see that he’s changed into a graphic tee and a pair of shorts that have some kind of wolf design on them. He somehow looks even better than before.
He returns with two bottles of water, one for you and one for him. He shuts the bedroom door so gently like he’s trying not to wake anyone, as if there isn’t a raging party downstairs. He hands you a water bottle before he cracks his own open and takes a gulp.
“Thanks.” You say with a small smile. As you steal your first sip, you take note of his shirt. “Deft-tones?” You sound out the word trying to make out what it means. “Is that a band or something?”
The look that washes over his face as he’s drinking is pure shock and confusion. You may as well have told him you didn’t know who Mickey Mouse was. He abruptly pulls the bottle from his lips with furrowed brows, “You’ve never heard of Deftones?”
You press your lips together and shake your head, “Nope.”
“You’ve never watched Star Wars and you’ve never listened to Deftones? What rock have you been hiding under?” He teases.
“I don’t know, a heavy one I guess.” You giggle and give him a shrug.
“Oh man. If I wasn’t still so drunk right now, I’d play you something.” He laughs and sits on the bed beside you. “But anything I play right now is gonna sound like ass.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that.” You smirk and shake your head. You hadn’t heard his band play, but judging by how skilled his fingers were, he had to be good.
“No, no. It’s true. But you’ve gotta let me play something for you sometime.” His grin begins wide then shortens. “If you want that is.”
Right then, you couldn’t imagine anything you wanted more.
“I’d love that.”
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a/n; thank you for reading if you did! i'm not that good at writing smut so sorry if it wasn't that great! i really enjoyed writing this one bc was just so fluffy and awkward and sweet, which is so different than anything else that i normally ever write LOL
Thank you for any support you guys ever give me on any of my works, it truly means the world to me that you guys enjoy my words and lil plots.
let me know if you liked it! i love hearing your thoughts 🩷
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Coming home!?!? My heart is so full its so cute! I like ur writing style in it!!!! Can u do the truck scene in detail?
Oh some Nick Folio smut for yeah?! Say less!!!
18+ MDNI
CW: [unprotected p in v, fingering, smooching, mentions of finishing inside, fluffy fluff, very romantic so fluffy smut]
Coming Home Smut Scene
...Then his lips crashed into yours, it was slow but hungry. It started as just lips, and then teeth, and then tongue. The kiss grew urgent, hungry. Your body electrified, it had been so long since you imagined what it would be like to be Folio's. You gave up on that idea long ago when Folio wanted to pursue his dreams.
One shirt came off, then another, one bra, then pants were on the ground. You both had made your way into the backseat of the truck driven by a string you both knew was there.
Since you were both shorter, the backseat wasn't super cramped. Folio laid you down on your back, while continuing to attack your lips with his. His teeth left bruises, drawing blood before he finally pulled away. You were now very aware of what was happening as you watched his eyes widen looking at your boobs. Your cheeks blushed a deep crimson, which was luckily hidden in the darkness of the woods.
With his eyes on you, Folio lowered his lips until his breath caused your nipple to harden. He hesitated before pressing a deep kiss on your right nipple, which turned into him taking your nipple in his mouth sucking hard and slow. Your breathless moans filled the truck as he moved to the other nipple.
As he moved to your neck, his chest rubbed against your nipples which caused your body to slightly jolt. Folio quickly pulled away, concern etched in his brow.
"Sorry, they're just really sensitive," you whispered sheepishly.
"That's... a good thing," Folio shyly said as he moved back to your lips. He kissed slowly again, sending electricity through your body straight to your core.
You were very aware of Folio's hand slowly moving to your waistband. You lifted your butt to help him slip your pants off, then your underwear. You reached down and shimmied Folio out of his. Now you were both naked, naked in the back of his dad's truck.
Folio slowly moved his hands back down, slowly tracing swirls and every now and then drumming against your skin.
You began to get slightly nervous.
What if I'm not what he wants? What if this ruins our friendship? What if it's not as good as I always hoped? What if I smell wei.. ohhhh
Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Folio's finger circling your clit. It was slow and intentional, almost like a tease. You moved your hips slightly to the side, causing his finger to brush over your clit.
Folio chuckled, "Wow, I didn't think you wanted me to touch you so badly y/n"
You have no idea, Folio.
With that permission, Folio began to rub slow swirls on your clit. The pleasure was intense, growing deeply inside you. Folio peppered kisses on your forehead as you began to moan quietly, your back arching begging for more pressure.
"This is what you like, huh?" Folio questioned, one eyebrow rising. His face was so expressive and you loved it.
"Maybe a little more pressure," you whined. Folio cheekily smiled and began to press harder, causing your body to begin moving with his finger.
"What about a little more pressure... here?" Folio said as his finger moved to your core, entering just a few centimeters. Your body pretty much jumped out of the truck.
"That... that would... def... uhh be good, yeah," You squeaked out as he added another finger and slowly slid in.
They always say guitarists, bassists, or pianists are the best at fingering, but those people clearly never met a drummer. Folio expertly moved his fingers at a decent pace, slightly curling them at your deepest parts. He hit your g-spot a few times, the wet noises filling the car began to become embarrassingly loud.
You started to feel self-conscious, which caused your mind to wander.
Boy, were the windows getting really foggy. I wonder what my parents made for dinner tonight? I hope it is not getting too late, you know how your parents get when...
"Hey," Folio said while pulling your chin to look at him. He was using the two finger that were inside of you, and luckily you smelt great, "Are you ok y/n?" he asked with a concerned tone.
"Yeah, I'm so sorry! You know how I am, Folio, I get in my head... overthink... the usual," You joked.
"Is there anything I can do to help keep you more... focused?" He asked with another eyebrow raise, a smize decorating his face.
"I am focused I promise, I promise... I think I'm nervous?" You admitted.
Folio pressed a kiss on your forehead, pulling away so that the tip of his nose now met yours.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked while searching your eyes. It felt like he was looking into your soul, trying to dissect your entire being. Which he was.
"No, I want you to keep going I promise," You ordered with a slight nod.
"Good. From now on, eyes on me," he said while rubbing his nose with yours. The gesture melted your entire body.
His fingers returned to your core, but this time they were lighter, sweeter touches. He worked your pleasure back up, slowly inching his fingers in and out.
When you were very close, Folio aligned his cock with your entrance.
"Wait, should I do something for you?" You rushed out.
"Oh, love, I do not need it trust me," He said.
He slowly entered your aching pussy, keeping complete eye contact the entire time. It drove you mad! His mouth slightly hung open as it seemed the pleasure was almost too much for him as well.
He paused for a second, giving you a look to confirm that this was still what you wanted, then started thrusting slowly. You could feel every inch of him as he slowly made love to you, but that wasn't what you wanted.
"Folio," You said cupping his face with both your hands. You quietly noticed the glimmer in his eyes, and the sweat that now caused his tattooed body to glimmer in the moonlight. "I need you to fuck me, got it?" You said nodding to him.
Suddenly, the loving look in his eyes turned darker and the energy in the truck changed. Drummers can definitely finger, but drummers can also FUCK.
He fucked you so hard you could hear the truck creaking back and forth. Your nails scraped up and down his back, occasionally settling on his toned ass which caused a few weary glances from Folio. His hair kept falling into his face, which he blew away a few times. You finally used your hand to style it backwards, which caused him to slow for a moment.
Folio knew you were beautiful, but the way you brushed his hair away made him stop and admire you. The small smile on your lips, the curl of your lip when you realized his hair was soaked from sweat, and the way you looked at him with so much love. Gosh, you were beautiful.
You both began to moan more and more, the pleasure was building up in your bellies. Folio's dick began twitching and your pussy was pulsing, both ready to explode. His rhythm and pace began to get sloppier, the warmth radiating throughout your body became too much. With one final thrust you unraveled beneath him, whimpering and moaning out. You were happy that you both were in the middle of the woods.
Folio watched you in awe as you finished, noticing the cute faces you made and how hot you looked when your eyes rolled back. He would definitely be cataloguing this memory for another time.
After you finished, Folio fell over the edge too. He finished inside of you, his dick and entire body twitching in sync. He grunted and moaned, even slightly whimpered as he fell on top of you. You rubbed his back as he finished cumming, pressing a kiss on his sweaty cheek.
He pulled his head up, looking back in your eyes. The look he gave you was different, you both knew the energy of your friendship just shifted.
With a quick kiss, Folio pulled out causing a lot of juices and his cum to follow. He grabbed one of the shirts he had put in his truck earlier, in the off chance he ruined the one he was fishing in, and cleaned you up gently. He grabbed all your clothes before cleaning himself up as well. After he got dressed, he grabbed your face gently and placed one last deep kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, you swore he had tears in his eyes, but the new hand tattoo he had caused you to jump slightly.
"I keep thinking you have a massive spider or something on your hand, gonna take some getting used to," you laughed alongside him.
"Yeah I keep thinking that too," He chuckled as he opened the door for you.
Stepping up into the truck, you noticed the sex smell that permeated throughout the truck. You both rolled down the windows as Folio began the truck and drove you home.
#nick folio#nick folio smut#nick folio x reader#nick folio fanfiction#noah sebastian#jolly karlsson#nicholas ruffilo#oh my goodness why cant someone love me like this fr fr
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I need him. In me. On me. Under me. Always.
#sebastian stan#sebastian stan fanfiction#sebastian stan smut#sebastian stan fandom#bucky barnes#winter soldier#bucky x reader#sebastian stan hot#nick fowler#sebastian stan daddy#he is so hot#daddy#hi daddy#daddy's good girl
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I’d like to see this in my bed tonight🥴
#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo#nick sturniolo#smut#christopher sturniolo#so fuckable#daddy's good girl
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songs for turning; a quarry soundtrack
01. ptolemae - ethel cain
(suffer does the wolf,
crawling to thee—)
02. feral love - chelsea wolfe
(run from the light, your
eyes black like an animal—)
03. dangerous - son lux
(how am i supposed to run?
now— am i supposed to run?)
04. oxytocin - billie eilish
(wanna see what you can take—
you should really run away!)
05. i feel like a god - deathbyromy
(nothing you can do about me,
so high that you cannot touch me—)
06. sudden desire - hayley williams
(your fingerprints on my skin,
a painful reminder—)
07. body mind hell - vtss
(ask no questions tell no lies,
those hungry eyes are my demise—)
08. choke - royal & the serpent
(beg you for mercy 'cause my vision is blurry
i'm afraid you could hurt me—)
09. eyes on fire - blue foundation
(i won't soothe your pain,
i won't ease your strain—)
10. eat me alive - swarm, soundr
(and there are no devils in hell,
they live in my mind—)
11. pyre - son lux
(bring all your things,
and we can build a pyre—)
12. i'm not human at all - sleep party people
(we're not human at all—
we have no heart.)
click to listen on spotify.
#the quarry#anyway UM this is for the eerie vibes mid-TQ when you don't know what exaaaactly is going on yet but Something Isn't Right With Nick#BUT ALSO for everyone else like me who's entirely too attracted to the infected characters lmfao welcome all ye thirsty bastards#sudden desire is the song that (I mean. plus the infected!Kaitlyn gifset) inspired my wip Rylan smut jUST SAYING#I can't decide if I want to keep the title based off sudden desire or the eyes/demise line from bodymindhell#bc that second one is just. SO GOOD.#soundtrack#mine#music#my playlists#it's supposed to be ~atmospheric~ but also vaguely have a narrative that's fluid okayyyy don't hit shuffle on this one I beg
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𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿?
🎧 ~ naughty
🦢 ~ fluff
🪦 ~ angst (which I hate so you won’t be seeing much of that LOL.)
𝗘𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝘆 ~ 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗜𝗩
TBC…
𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗲 ~ 𝗙𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆
(Only Ashley Zuckermans Nick.)
* i get those goosebumps every time
𝗧𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻 (?) ~ 𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆
TBC…
𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 ~ 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝘀 (𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟱)
TBC…
More to be added!!
Luv you 💗

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the jeweller’s hands
alex turner x gn!reader. smut. 1.09k words.
summary: you woke up late and are rushing for work, but alex has other plans.
warnings: handjob, degrading, sub!alex, idk that’s about it
note: this is my first writing post thing on my blog ! and, of course, it had to be smut 💀 comments are accepted and appreciated<3 ALSO. we need to talk about the amount of bottom alex fics there are, or lack thereof, because. we all know this man is a power bottom. once again, feedback is accepted and appreciated !!
your alarm, once again, didn’t wake you up, and now you were running late for work. you were ready and had everything ready except your car keys, which you couldn’t find.
“al, have you seen my keys?” you yelled, walking around, trying to find them.
“have you checked our room?” he yelled back, his voice seeming to come from your room. you went there, where you saw alex sitting on the edge of your bed, holding your keys, only wearing a shirt and boxers. “hi, love,” he greeted. you tried taking the keys from him, but he moved his hand back and raised it in the air.
“alex, come on, i’m already late for work!”
“but i’m horny,” he whined, moving the keys farther away from you.
“and i’ve got work,” you shot back, climbing on top of him to grab your keys, but he wrapped his arms around your stomach, making you fall on top of him.
“then call in sick!” he whined again, still holding you in place. “please?” he pouted.
you rolled your eyes. He was acting as if you hadn’t fucked last night. ”i’m still sore,” you lied, trying to reason out, but he only gave you his best sultry face. you groaned. he looked so fucking hot when he did that, especially now with his beautiful long hair that you just loved pulling.
you sat up and started rolling your hips, your legs by his sides. he threw his head back, softly whimpering, allowing you to quickly lean forward and grab your keys.
“HEY! that’s not fair!” he pouted as you walked to the door. he followed you and stood in front of the door as if to stop you from leaving. you gave him a little peck on the lips, which he prolonged, making you go down to his neck until he finally let go of you. “do you really have to go?”
not even waiting for an answer, he started kissing your neck, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. you shut your eyes, sighing. “yes, i’ve got to work, love-” before you could even finish talking, you started holding back moans as he gently sucked on your neck. you couldn’t help but slowly push alex onto the bed, and start rolling your hips again, holding his hands above his head.
he stopped and put his forehead against yours. “d’you still have to go?” he whispered before putting his lips on yours.
fuck, he was such a needy little whore sometimes. and you loved it.
“yeah, i still have to go,” you sighed dramatically.
“no! please? what d’you want?”
you acted as though you were thinking. “hmm. i dunno… maybe you could get off on my thigh instead.” his eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up and waited for you to sit on the edge of the bed. once you did, he sat on your thigh, a leg on either side, and he wrapped his arms around your neck as he started grinding on your thigh.
you put your hands on his waist. “well, how’s it feel, hm? good?”
“it’d be better with your hand,” he quietly replied, placing his forehead on yours, slowly closing his eyes and softly moaning.
“yeah?” you asked him again, taking a hand off his waist and putting it into his boxers, pulling his hard dick out and slowly stroking it. you could hear even the softest of his moans as he rested his head on your shoulder, his lips near your ear. “feel good, love?”
you felt him nod. “so good,” he whispered as you quickened the pace of your hand. His moans started getting louder as you moved your hand up and down his dick while he continued rolling his hips on your thigh. “fuck…” he mumbled, rolling his hips faster and faster, causing your hand to stroke him even faster.
“are you close?” you asked him, although you already knew the answer (which was clearly yes). you felt him nod again. “hmm, maybe i should stop now and go to work while i still can…” his eyes went wide open and he held your shoulders tight as he looked at your face.
“no!” he continued rolling his hips and your hand continued stroking him. “but i’m so close-”
you put your hand at the back of his head and kissed him, smiling.
“relax, i was just teasing,” you reassured him. he started rolling his hips at a faster pace, and you didn’t know if it was on purpose or unconsciously.
alex loudly moaned. “want the neighbours to hear how much of a slut you are, love?” he just looked at you, unable to say anything from the immense pleasure you were giving him. you tugged on his hair and moved so that your lips were near his ear. “let them hear you, baby,” you said as you suddenly started stroking him at an even faster pace, daring him to let the entire neighbourhood hear.
he didn’t want to get embarrassed by being heard, but he couldn’t help himself as the words left his lips.
“oh, fuck, oh, fuck!” he moaned, even louder than the last time, almost yelling it. he suddenly stopped grinding on your thigh, but you didn’t stop stroking him as he whimpered and came all over your hand.
you proudly smirked as he realised what he’d done and his face turned scarlet red.
“sorry for the mess,” he mumbled. you ruffled his hair with your clean hand and pecked his lips, smiling.
you cupped his cheek. “i’ll go clean up and change, okay? you stay right here.” he nodded, leaning into your hand.
you went to the bathroom and went back to your room once you were done. by the time you had come back, alex was laying in bed, waiting for you. you laid down beside him, as though you’d never left and were always there.
“howdy,” he greeted you when he turned to face you; he couldn’t stop smiling.
you softly kissed him. “you’re so cute when you’re not horny.” he pouted.
“are you saying i’m not cute when i’m horny?”
“i’m just saying you’re cute.”
he grins to himself as he says, “well, you’re pretty cute, too.”
you rolled your eyes at him, even though you were smiling, and kissed him again. “i’m going back to sleep. you’ve worn my hands out too much for me to be able to work, anyway.”
he hid his face in your nape. “i’m going to sleep too. good morning-night.”
you smile and kiss his forehead. “good morning-night, love.”
#alex turner#alex turner x reader#alex turner fanfic#alex turner smut#arctic monkeys#the last shadow puppets#tlsp#matt helders#jamie cook#nick o’malley#miles kane#smut#bottom alex turner#writing#alex.txt#honestly someone pls tell me if its good or not#ok goodbye back i go to reading smuts 👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩#mine:writing#added warnings at the top !!! how did i forget about those (6.3.23)
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(18+)
Older! Nick Goode making you sit on his cock when one of his officers is in his office <3 his cock filling you up so much that you can feel him in your stomach, while he sits and discusses a meeting. The man doesn’t ask any questions about why you’re there. Nick is his boss, after all. But every so often, he’ll notice a look on your face as if you’re uncomfortable. But you cover it up with a smile, and when he finally leaves Nick pick you by the front of your thighs and sets you down on the ground so he can bend you over his desk <<3
“See? I told you it’d be easy. You’re such a good little girl, doing exactly as you’re told. My precious baby.” He coos, as he shoves his tie into your mouth. He brings his cock back inside your tight cunt. He begins to fuck you mercilessly, moving his hand to hold your head down onto the desk. You drool around the piece of fabric in your mouth, and he groans at the feeling of your warmth around him.
You can barely speak, can only make little ‘uh, uh, uh” sounds, as he pounds you into the wooden desk.
“Daddy loves his little girls tight little pussy. She’s so good for him, isn’t she?” He praises, as he reaches down to slap your clit harshly. You cry out, hands struggling to stay anywhere. As an alternative Nick brings both of his hands off your head and down to hold your wrists and pull them back. You’re lifted off the desk, your nipples barely grazing the table as his hips smack into yours at a rapid pace. You know he’s getting close, can tell by the way his sounds increase and his thrusts begin to become sloppy. And then he’s filling you up with his warm cum, eyes rolling back in pleasure at feeling of his orgasm. He pulls out, teasingly rubbing your clit with the tip of his girthy length. You whine, having yet to reach your high the entire day. But all Nick does is sit there, holding his cock against your swollen button.
“Work for it, honey.” His voice is shaky, and you know that the overstimulation from his first orgasm is still making him incredibly sensitive.
But that’s how he likes it; he loves the burn, the desperate mess and friction.
So when you bring his aching prick to rest in between your outer lips and begin humping him with desperation, it’s all it takes for the man to squirt even more thick ropes of cum onto your body with a growl of your name.
#Nick Goode#Nick goode x reader#Nick Goode x fem! reader#Nick goode smut#fear street#fear street trilogy#fear street 1994#fear street 1978#fear street 1666#older! Nick Goode#dom! Nick Goode#sub! reader
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Hiding
Kinktober day 8 - deepthroat
Nick Goode x Reader
Nick loves to feel you mouth on his cock, licking and sucking all the way from the base to the tip, savoring every single inch of his throbbing length.
But he goes absolutely crazy when you manage to take him entirely inside your mouth, down your throat, gagging and drooling all over him.
And he doesn’t care about having you just like that on any place that he wants, not even while he’s working at the police station, hiding you under the desk, pushing your head down to make you choke on his thick cock.
No one ever suspects a thing. Who would know that Nick Goode, the great sheriff and the town’s hero, has his pretty girlfriend sucking him off while he talks with all the officers under his command?.
#the fs fandom is kinda dead i know 😭#nick goode smut#fear street smut#fear street fanfiction#kinktober 23 🎃
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➪the one where nick loves how small you are compared to him.
This was a request; A Nick Goode x Short reader (let me know if this is what you wanted, anon <3 much love. I’m super sorry if you don’t like the setting I added in x). Think of Nate and Maddy’s height difference. Gif has nothing to do with the imagine, he’s just fine af.
WARNINGS: smut, size kink, short reader, fingering, over simulation, unprotected sex, choking kink, possessive nick, established relationship, man handling (consensual), nick just straight up being obsessed with a short girl, shadyside reader (not really important, though), angst (if you squint), public harassment (that nick straightens up hella quick), jealous nick, slight innocence kink
Word Count: 4.7k
You were a short girl, you always had been. It’s not something you could just fix with plastic surgery (not that you had the money for that, anyway). Your legs were noticeably shorter than most girls your age, your torso was average and your overall height was a whopping 4’9. It made forming relationships extremely difficult. It seemed as if no one wanted a much shorter than short girlfriend.
Well, except Nick.
Nick was your boyfriend and had been for the past nine months. You felt as if you were the luckiest girl in the world when you met him. Not only was he really into you as a person, but he also didn’t have a fraction of a problem with your size. In fact, you’d go as far as to say he was overly proud at the fact that you were so little in comparison to him and he could pretty much do whatever he wanted to with you.
You stood in the lobby, waiting for Nick to return from his quick meeting with his superior. With nothing else to do, you picked at your nails, the clear coat you painted on a few days ago chipping at your touch. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings in the slightest, so when you heard the sound of a low whistle, you ignored it and continued to pick off the clear polish.
“Look what we have here,” you heard someone say from behind you and your ears perk up at that. With a glance to your left, you see two men standing a few feet away from you. “You’re quite a small one, aren’t you?”
At that, you drop your hand to your side and squint your eyes at them. “I’d love to see the guy who takes you home,” the other one said, biting his lip in a way that had you visibly cringing. “I’d love to be the guy who takes you home.”
Yuck. These guys were going to be police officers soon? This town really was fucked.
The bolder one steps closer to you, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. “What’s your name, doll?”
You looked up at him. He was average in height, much taller than you but also much shorter than Nick. You gave him a big, but extremely fake, smile. “Why the hell would I tell you my name?”
“Ooh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you, little one?” You scoffed at the unwanted nickname, stepping away from the guy. “I like it. I could use a girl like you in my life, in more than one way, if you see what I’m getting at here.”
“You don’t know me,” you mutter and turn away from him. You were too busy dealing with the unwanted attention to notice or hear the ding from the elevator, signaling its arrival to the main floor.
“But I could get to know you, we both could,” he gestures over to his friend, who was equally as pervy as the one standing in front of you. “What do you say?”
He reached out to grab your arm, but before he could, another hand gripped his wrist when it was inches away from touching you. “I’d say you better keep your hands off of her if you want to still have them,” you hear the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend and you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him. Nick notices your discomfort and gently grabs your waist, pulling you into his side and away from the guy.
Nick was considerably taller than both men, but that didn’t seem to stop the bold one from stepping closer to the two of you. “And who are you, exactly?” The guy stepped even closer, his face now inches from Nick’s. Granted, he had to stare up at Nick, but he didn’t show any sign of feeling inferior to him.
He probably should have.
Nick pushed you behind him, tilting his head up slightly as he looked at your harasser. “I’m her boyfriend,” he said, watching as the man rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but Nick beat him to it. “The name’s Nick Goode. Maybe you’ve heard of me?”
At the mention of his name, the guy’s smirk and smug look vanished and were replaced with panic and fear. “Nick Goode?” He asked, stepping away from him. You had to peek around Nick’s body to be able to see what was happening. You couldn’t stand on your tippy toes and peer over his shoulder as you reached way below that. “As in, Sheriff Goode’s son, Nick Goode?”
Nick just raised his brows, a deadly look in his eyes. That was enough of an answer as it had the man backing away, his hands up in defense. “My bad, dude,” he said and you pressed your face against Nick’s bicep, wrapping your arms around his left one. You watched with a small smile on your lips as the two men backed away. “Really, had I known she was your girl, I wouldn’t have even looked at her.”
He really wasn’t making things better. Nick glared at the men, hatred burning in his eyes. These were the guys that would back him up when carrying on his fathers legacy? “If you think that either of you will ever become part of the police force after this, you’ve got to be the dumbest people to ever walk in here,”
“Wait, what? No, man, you’ve got it all wrong,” one of them tried to defend themselves. “We didn’t know she had a boyfriend! You can’t ruin all we’ve worked for just because of harmless flirting, that’s not fair!”
Nick grabbed your small hand in his much bigger one. “You should’ve thought more about that before even deciding to look at her,” he said and tugged you along as he headed towards the exit.
You had to nearly jog to keep up with Nick’s long strides. His grip on your hand was tight and it was clear that what just happened pissed him off to no end. Nick had always been extremely protective of you and seeing another man trying to touch you must have set him off.
Once you got to his car, he opened the door for you, glancing back at the doors of the building. The doors were all glass, so he could clearly see the two men arguing from the spot Nick left them in.
He shut the car door once you were seated and you barely had your seatbelt on before he got in and turned the key, pulling away from the parking spot at the front of the building. You sat quietly, listening to Nick’s heavy breathing. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, making his already pale knuckles even more light in color.
“Are you okay?” You asked after a while of silence.
Nick looked over at you for a second before shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have left you there alone, I’m sorry,”
“It’s okay,” you reach over and grab his right hand, holding it between your fingers. “Really, nothing really happened. You stopped it before it got that far.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “That asshole thought he could touch you right in front of me. Harass you right in front of me. I should go back and knock their teeth in for talking to you like that. I hate that they even thought they had a chance with you.”
You squeezed his hand, which probably only felt like a small pinch to him, before placing his hand on your thigh. The size comparison between you two was furthermore proven when his hand covered a good portion of your thigh, and he tightened the grip he had on your skin as he locked his jaw.
“Those boys wouldn’t have a chance with me even if they were the last remaining people on this planet,” you assure him, your hold on his wrist firm as you slowly slid his hand further up your thigh. Nick visibly tensed but kept a straight face, his eyes forward as he unknowingly began driving a bit faster. “Besides, why would I want them when I have my bigger, and much hotter boyfriend?”
The drive couldn’t have gone by slower. Nick felt as if time was moving in slow motion as he drove the familiar route back to his apartment in Sunnyvale.
Nick wasn’t usually the jealous type, possessive, sure, but not overly jealous. It was events like what happened with the two guys back there that had that jealousy brought out of him. You were so small and it made people think they could walk all over you and treat you like you were different without any consequences. Nick had proven that wrong on more than one occasion since you got together.
He’d be lying if he said your size wasn’t what attracted him to you in the first place. You looked so small when standing next to him and he could only imagine how small you’d look under him. But, he didn’t let his fantasies get in the way of getting to know you as a person. What came after that was just a bonus.
Still, the fact that people still think they have a chance with you when he made you his in every way possible had his blood boiling.
When he finally arrived home, his grip on you was tight and Nick had to be careful in making sure he didn’t break your hand. You were once again trying to keep up with his fast pace, your arm feeling like it was about to pop out of its socket with how far ahead Nick was.
He unlocked his door and tugged you inside. You stood in the middle of his living room while he brought his hands up to tug at his hair. He was extremely annoyed, clearly, and you didn’t want to piss him off even more so you stayed still. Nick ran his hands down his face and looked over at you.
You, in all honesty, looked like an angel. You stood there, a small white dress framing your figure beautifully, an innocent look on your face. Nick watched as you played with your fingers, waiting for him to do whatever was currently running through his mind.
Nick reached you in two strides, his hands grabbing either side of your face. His lips pressed to yours with a force that had you feeling light headed for a second. Once you registered his lips on yours, you kissed back with just as much need, your hands sliding up to grip his jaw.
He pressed into you, making you step back, nearly tripping over the coffee table. His hands moved to your waist, steadying you as his lips travelled to your neck. He sucked a dark purple mark there, his tongue swiping over it to soothe the sting.
Nick pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, the pair of you letting out heavy breaths. You looked up at him, ignoring the small sting of pain from having to crane your neck, a knowing smile on your lips. He pulled away and took your hand once again, leading you to his bedroom.
As soon as the door closed behind you, Nick pushed you onto his bed with little to no effort. You fell forward, your hands reaching out to catch yourself as you hit the softness of his bed. You turned around and leaned up on your elbows, watching as he slid his black jacket off, tossing it onto the chair that sat in the far corner of the room.
It was almost comical how much you turned Nick on and fed into his deepest fantasies. You, laying on his bed, your dress having slipped up to reveal all areas of your thighs and legs to him, all while looking like something straight out of heaven.
Nick fell on top of you, his forearms catching his body before he completely crushed you. He kept his lower half pressed against yours, his left thigh coming up to slip between yours, the top of his knee pressing against your thinly covered heat. Your mouth opened to let out a breathless moan, your eyes closing and head falling back against the pillow. Nick kept his weight on his right forearm, his left hand trailing down your body. It starts by sliding down the area between your breasts then down your stomach before finally sliding under the thin material of your flimsy dress.
He presses his mouth to yours once he slips his hand under the fabric of your underwear, his finger immediately finding your bundle of nerves. His thumb presses against it, rubbing circles on it as your mouth breaks away from his to release a string of moans. Your hands tug on his shirt and hair, needing something to hold onto as he teased you.
Nick moves to suck on your neck again, giving you another mark as his middle finger slips past your folds after gathering your wetness with it. Your hand tugs at his hair harder, biting down on your lower lip to quiet your moans. You were still somewhat shy when it came to sex, despite Nick telling you over and over again that he loves the sounds you make for him, craves it, even.
As he slips his pointer finger past your folds, his lips press against yours, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip to allow your moans to freely leave your mouth. His fingers moved in and out of you at a slow pace and it had your legs shaking with want.
“Those fuckers thought they could have you like this,” Nick muttered against your lips. He pumped his fingers faster, feeling the wetness begin to coat them completely. “Thought they could touch what belongs to me, what I’ve tainted as my own.”
You moaned at both the feeling of his fingers and his words, the jealousy dripping from them making your heart skip a beat. “Fuck, Nick,” you whimpered, reaching down to grip his wrist, your hand moving with his.
“If only they could see you now,” he growled, moving his head so he could suck on your collar bone. He slid his fingers in as deep as they could go and kept them there, feeling your tight walls clench around him. Your breath got caught in your throat, your moans coming out broken and strained. “If only they saw how good you are for me.”
Nick went back to his attack on your chest, his mouth marking everywhere it could as his fingers resumed their movements. “Don’t stop,” you cried out, your hands moving up to his face, gripping the sides of it as if your life depended on it. “Please.”
Nick didn’t dare as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, your hand moving up to tug on his hair again. You felt the burning sensation spread all over your body, your stomach twisting as that familiar feeling crept up on you.
Nick watched you unravel before him, a proud smirk on his lips as he pumps his fingers even faster, feeling your juices seep out and onto the palm of his hand. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it.
“Fuck, yes,” you rasped out. “I’m close.”
Nick leaned down to run his tongue along the length of your neck, licking a stripe as he feels your walls hug his fingers even tighter. With his thumb pressing firmly against your clit, you allow the knot to snap completely, your juices dripping onto his fingers as you reach your high. Your back arches, your chest pressing to Nick’s as moans flee from your mouth.
He continued to fuck his fingers into you, riding out your climax for as long as possible, only stopping when your legs began to shake uncontrollably. He slipped his fingers out of you with ease, bringing the digits up to his mouth to suck on them, savoring the taste that was you. You watched with hooded eyes as he sucked off every drop of your release and moved to sit back on his knees.
He grabbed your small hand and placed it over his jean covered crotch. “Do you think you can take one more?” He asked, removing his fingers from his mouth.
You nodded and sat up on your knees, your head barely meeting his chest. You gripped his shirt in your hands, tugging the white material up until it was over his head and discarded on the floor next to the bed. Nick placed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You kissed him back while fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. His hands fell to your waist, scrunching up your dress so it pooled at your waist for a second before taking it off you completely.
He pulled away and groaned at the sight of your white bra that matched your underwear. As you finally managed to unzip his pants, he slid one of the straps off your shoulders, leaning down even further to lock his lips around your nipple when it became exposed to him. Your left hand tugged at his hair while your other one palmed him through his black boxers. You kicked off your ankle boots while Nick slid off his converse, the shoes hitting the hardwood with a thud.
He pushed you back down onto the pillow, his hand reaching around you to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side. You did your best to push his jeans down his legs, but your arms could only reach so far in this position. So, instead, you slid your underwear down your legs while Nick kicked off his jeans and boxers.
He hovered over you again, his body against yours and his waist tucked between your thighs. He kissed you, one of his hands moving down to grip his length and line himself up with your entrance. He pulled away from your lips as he slipped in you, your previous orgasm making it extremely easy.
Instantly he filled you, stretching your walls around him in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your hands grabbed his shoulders, your nails digging into his soft skin.
You were still so tight even after the many times you and Nick have done this and he felt as if you were made to fit him exactly. You were crafted to be able to take him and only him like this, and he made sure that he ruined you for any other guy. Not that he’d allow another guy to have you this way. You were his.
Nick’s body covered yours completely. If anyone were to walk in and see him, they wouldn’t be able to see you at all. Not that anyone would walk in, anyway, as he lived alone. Hopefully, though, he’d have you living here with him soon.
He pulled out almost entirely before slipping into you, pulling a moan from your parted lips. “I can feel you,” you whimpered, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your lower stomach. “Right here.”
Nick watched as you pushed his hand down, the outline of him inside you visible as he pressed up against you from the inside. “Fuck,” he muttered, watching the outline fade as he pulled halfway out, only to see it again as he rocked back into you. He groaned out, fucking into you at a steady rhythm.
Your hand returned to his shoulder, gripping it so hard that your knuckles began to turn white. Nick lowered himself onto you, covering your entire upper body with his. One of his hands pressed flat against the comforter beside your head, keeping him steady, while his other moved to grip your waist.
You looked so small under him and the sight pulled a deep moan from him, his hips rocking against yours with a force that you knew would leave bruises tomorrow.
Nick’s mind went back to the first time he had you like this. You were so shy back then, your cheeks tinted red in a never ending blush. He remembered the nervous expression on your face when you first saw him completely naked, worried that he wouldn’t even be able to fit. Nick was worried, too, but more so at the fact that he might actually break you.
Obviously, that wasn’t the case, but the memory of taking you for the first time had his mind go into a frenzy.
He pulled away and leaned back on his knees, his hand sliding down your body to tightly grip your waist. “Fuck yourself on me,” he muttered, his voice sounding strained. He was usually so good at keeping control of situations, but that ability goes out the window every time he gets to see you like this.
He watched as your hips pushed down to impale yourself further on him, desperately trying to bring back the friction he created. It was useless as you could only move so much from your position. Still, you fucked yourself on him as best you could, your fingers brushing against his abdomen every time you sunk back on him. Nick pushed your hips down so you were once again flat against the mattress, rocking into you while staying on his knees.
You were louder and more whiny than usual, but that was all thanks to Nick and his fingers. You were overstimulated but craved the feeling that came with him being inside you, connecting with you completely and making you feel whole. Like every other part of him, he was big. It never failed to surprise you that he even fit all the way and you were beginning to believe that he had molded you so that you could only ever take all of him.
Keeping one hand on your hip, he reached the other one up to wrap around your throat. It wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough to block your airways slightly, a feeling you didn’t know you loved until a few months ago when Nick decided to try something different. Not only did it drive you wild, but it drove Nick insane to see how his whole hand could barely fit around your neck. His thumb had to press against your jaw so that his hand could effectively wrap around you.
You looked so easy to break, too fragile to be handled with such force, but you loved every second of it. You were, without a doubt, the most perfect girl Nick had ever met. And you were all his.
He grabbed your upper back, tugging you upwards so you were straddling him. Nick still remained in control, lifting your body up and down on his, guiding your movements as he fucked up into you.
You fall forward, your head resting on his chest, bumping into it with every thrust of his hips. You clung onto him, your hands reaching up to hold onto his shoulders. Broken moans spewed from your lips, your nails digging into his skin when he gave a particularly hard thrust that had the tip of him hitting that one spot inside you that made you see stars.
“Look at you,” Nick nearly cooed, bringing one of his hands up to grip the side of your face, making you crane your neck to look up at him. “Doing so good for me, taking me so well. I wish those scumbags could see you now, see how good you look while being fucked by me.”
“I love you,” you cried out, strands of hair falling onto your face. Nick pushed them back, squeezing one side of your face to keep you looking up at him. “No one else can have me like this. I’m yours, all yours. Fuck, only you can fuck me, only you can get me off.”
Your words were dirty and not something you’d ever say outside the bedroom. Your strained voice and claims had him dangerously close to reaching his high, something he refused to allow happen until he made you reach yours. He dropped your body back on the bed, his own body falling back on top of yours. He hooks one of your legs around his waist, rocking his hips into yours even faster than before.
He was starting to become exhausted, but the need to see you come again overpowered that feeling. A thin layer of sweat lined his forehead and the back of his neck, heavy breaths and groans leaving his parted lips. He leaned down to kiss you again, feeling your nails beginning to leave marks on his shoulders. It was a telltale sign that you were close again and he kept one hand next to your head while his other trails down to press firmly against your clit.
It quickly became too much and you broke away from the kiss, moaning loudly into his shoulder as you climax once again, your walls clenching around him impossibly tight. Nick dropped his head onto your shoulder, continuing to thrust into you, using your body to get himself off.
The added feeling of your release had him squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his own high crash down on him. You whimpered, feeling extremely overstimulated and held onto this biceps tightly, letting him fuck his warmth into you. A few more seconds pass before he stills completely, keeping his head tucked away on your shoulder, his face pressed against the side of your neck.
He wraps his arms around your waist and rolls onto his side, making your body lay half on top of his and half on the bed. He presses a final kiss to your neck and slips out of you, your legs shaking at the feeling.
You lay in silence for a few minutes, drawing random shapes onto Nick’s chest while he regains control of his breathing. He leans his head down to press a kiss to your lips, slow and intimate, his hand coming up to fix your messy hair. “I’m sorry about what those guys said to you,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
You shook your head, moving up so you were eye level with him, pressing your hand to his chest firmly. “It’s not your fault. They were just pervy assholes,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “Who got put in their place really quick, thanks to you. That was hot, by the way.”
Nick rolled his eyes, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before gently moving away from you. He stood up, gathering the discarded clothing the two of you tossed around his room. He threw them into a pile in the corner of his room, outside the bathroom door, before walking back over to you, extending his hand out. “Come on,” he said, pulling you up once you placed your hand in his. “We’re going to shower and then I’m taking you out to dinner.”
“Ooh,” you say, letting him tug you off the bed. “What's the occasion?-” As soon as your feet touched the floor, your legs gave out and you fell into Nick. He caught you, holding you up by your waist.
He laughed down at you, your face beginning to tint red, embarrassed at how wobbly your legs were. “No occasion,” he replied, wrapping your arm around his neck while he places his arm under the backs of your thighs, picking you up easily. “I just want to see the stares you get when you stumble into everything on the way to our table, thanks to me.”
“I hate you,” you muttered and he laughed again, walking into the bathroom with you in his arms.
“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” he pointed out, setting you down so you could sit on the edge of the bathtub. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you said you loved me.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes while he turned the shower on. “You’re hearing things,”
Nick shook his head and picked you up again as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “Yeah, I’m sure I am,” he said, steadying you once your feet hit the tiled floor of the shower. “I love you, too.”
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I just want you to look at me and see that I can be worth your love. - Jussie smollett
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EXPAND ON QUICKIE IN THE PARKING LOT WITH BLANKS PLS‼️
come to my car. have something to give you
you see the text after you say goodbye to your son who was going home with his dad after practice. walking with a little pep in your step, you round the corner where you know nick parks every time.
“you look hot today” you laugh when you see nick leaning up against his car.
“nicholas…” you had a very strict rule, one you made when you started your little relationship. absolutely nothing in public.
“just saying baby” he grins, “i was distracted, i think carson’s mom thinks i was looking at her”
“bitch” you scoff under your breath which makes nick laugh. “justin noticed actually, he asked what your deal was” your ex was not a fan of nick even though he didn’t know about your relationship.
“justin” nick mocks and you smile. “how was your day?”
“nick i have to go… what did you have to give me?” you were on a tight schedule, even though your son went home with his dad, they were only going out for dinner before he was back at your house so the clock was ticking and you had a lot to get done.
“just wanted to see you” he shrugged, pushing off his car to step closer to you. he looped his fingers in your jean’s belt loops, tugging you into him. “you look hot today”
“yeah you said that” you smirked, playing it cool despite the blush that was surely covering your cheeks.
“five minutes” nick mumbled, kissing you quickly and you know exactly what he’s implying.
“nicholas when has it ever been just five minutes” you say as he kisses you again.
“fine. ten” he grins into the kiss. you were hesitant, of course you were. your boyfriend was suggesting a hook up in the parking lot of your son’s practice arena. you weren’t 16 anymore, there was a specific time and place for things like this. however… you couldn’t exactly say no when nick was looking at you like that.
“if we get caught…”
“we won’t baby i promise” nick all but shoves you into his car and slams the door behind you both. you’re giggling as you fumble with his pants, arranging yourself around the random hockey equipment that’s scattered around his car. nick just smiles, kissing you through it all and it feels like you’re 16 again, sneaking around without a care in the world
oh well, rules were meant to be broken.
#you guys i’m serious this is no bueno#no smut#because i’m incapable#but good enough?#nick blankenburg x reader#nick blankenburg#answered!
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